The Abyssal Bloom caverns were silent tonight — too silent, even for a place where the light bent strangely and shadows clung to the walls like living things.

You stepped carefully across the crystalline floor, breath unsteady. The air was thick with Familiar energy, humming in the bones of the world.

She had called for you.

You weren’t sure whether that was comforting… or terrifying.

“Little Star.”

Her voice drifted from behind, smooth and low, brushing against your spine like a velvet whisper. You turned — and there she was.

Cerydra.

Tall, elegant, bathed in violet glow, eyes sharp enough to cut through the darkness.

Her smile curled slowly as she approached, each step soundless.

“You came,” she murmured, lifting a cool hand to your chin. “Good. I dislike being kept waiting.”