From the shadows of the rift, a shape began to coalesce—a creature woven from light, shadow, and something primordial. Myrrha's eyes, reflecting the colors of distant stars, fixed on Kael. It moved like liquid, yet solid, graceful yet terrifying.
Kael froze, awe-struck. Eloi's voice echoed faintly: "She is bound to you, Kael. Her loyalty, her power, and her instincts will be yours to command… if you earn her trust."
The creature lowered its massive head, nostrils flaring, wings coiling around itself like a protective cloak. Kael reached out, hand trembling. "I… I won't hurt you."
Myrrha tilted her head, assessing him, then stepped closer, emitting a low, resonant hum. The sound vibrated through Kael's chest. In that moment, he understood: they were allies, connected through destiny itself. The weight of responsibility pressed down, but with it came a sense of purpose