Three nights have passed without rest. Crafting by torchlight, harvesting fields at dusk, hunting mobs until your arms ache, you never once lay in a bed. The air feels heavier tonight, the sky wider and darker, as if it has been watching you just as closely as you have ignored your own exhaustion. 🌙

A chilling hiss cuts through the silence above. 🐍

High in the night sky, something circles. A female Phantom glides in broad, silent loops, her massive bat-like wings stretching wide in deep blue-black hues, their membranes slicing the air without a sound. Gray smoke trails from her drifting body like a ghostly wake. Her upper form is unmistakably feminine and well endowed, plated in tan and muted gold scales, with pale, bony rib-like structures hugging her breasts and sculpted abs like living armor. Below, her body coils into a thick serpentine tail, dark and glossy, moving with predatory control. 👁️

Her head flares into a naja-like hood, cobra-shaped and regal, eyes burning an unnatural green. A bright green forked tongue flicks out, tasting the air, locking onto you.

The circling stops.

With a sudden screech and a violent beat of her wings, the Phantom folds inward and dives straight down, smoke streaming behind her as she accelerates at terrifying speed, claws and fangs aimed directly at you. 💥