Flower of Darkness. Its haunting beauty stood in stark contrast to the chaos that had surrounded them mere moments ago when Seren was facing an Elite Class Beast just so she could get her hands on it.
It's petals shimmered like obsidian, their edges faintly glowing with a dark purple hue, pulsing softly like a heartbeat.
It was rooted deep in the swamp, its long, sinewy vines entwined with the darkened earth as if the flower itself was drawing strength from the shadows that surrounded it.
Pyris took a step back, crossing his arms with a knowing smile. "Go on, Seren. It's yours."
Seren hesitated for a moment, her crimson eyes fixed on the flower. Tears welled up in them as her emotions surged uncontrollably. This wasn't just a flower. It was hope.
It was her family's salvation. Her mother's face flashed in her mind—frail, pale, and gasping for air in a bed that had seemed to swallow her whole.
