"Let us continue our dance."
The words had barely left Lysa's lips when the crimson mist around her began to shift.
The cloud of blood mist swirled and condensed, pulsing like a living heart. Shapes emerged from the haze, their forms delicate yet menacing.
One by one, crimson butterflies fluttered into existence, their wings beating in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that seemed to echo through the night air.
The soft glow of their bodies cast eerie shadows across the clearing.
Cael's eyes narrowed. A sense of dread crept up his spine as he watched the butterflies drift toward him.
'There was something wrong with them.'
Something that made his instincts scream at him to keep his distance.
He had faced many dangers in this world, but these butterflies carried a presence he could not ignore.
And naturally, he was not interested in finding out what would happen if one touched him.
