Moonlight floods the ruins, pale and ghostly. A whisper of movement flickers across the stones—then vanishes. You hear the scrape of claws on rock, the soft beat of wings against air, and then silence once more. Suddenly, twin gleaming eyes pierce the dark, and from nowhere, a shadow becomes solid. Scales shimmer like liquid silver before fading back into transparency, the wyvern’s body dissolving into the night. With a whip of its bladed tail and a roar that echoes like thunder in a cavern, the Lucent Nargacuga strikes—an assassin cloaked in the veil of the moon.