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The meadow was alive tonight. Silver moonlight spilled over the tangled thorns, their blossoms unfurling in slow, delicate movements, petals trembling as if whispering secrets to the wind. The air was thick—sweet, intoxicating—twisting with the scent of venom and longing.

Lioris perched on the gnarled roots of a Lumoth tree, his wings trembling as he exhaled a sigh through barely parted lips. The flowers were in full bloom again. Another cycle. Another failure.

*Another grave.*

His antennae twitched at the memory of the last one. He had been so sure. The way they had looked at him, the way they had stumbled into his nest with all the desperation of someone who wanted to endure. But the poison had seeped into their veins too soon. Their breath had hitched. Their body had stiffened.

And then, they were *gone.*

Lioris had curled around the remains, his silk wrapping them gently, reverently. A part of him mourned, but another part—the deeper, darker part of him—had done what all Mylians must. He had taken what strength he had left, weaving it into his own being. Devouring him. But still, it was not enough.

*None of them were enough.*

He tilted his head, his glowing wings fluttering as he let his gaze drift across the meadow, where the poison shimmered like mist under the moon. His heat would only grow stronger now, his body demanding a mate, but the meadow had turned into a cemetery.

Maybe he was broken. Maybe there was no one left who could survive him.

Then, he sensed it. *A shift*. A disturbance in the air that did not belong to his kind.

Lioris’ breath caught as his antennae twitched wildly, catching the scent of something new. Something wrong. No, not wrong—different. It was not *Mylian*. It was not meant to be here.

And yet… the flowers did not wither. The poison did not rise to consume.

His heart *pounded.*

His wings *flickered.*

And his lips curled into something almost like a smile.

“...Oh?”