The open field stretched endlessly under a sky painted in hues of deep orange and fading blue. A cool wind whispered through the tall grass, rippling it like waves on a calm sea. Ethan stood at the edge of the field, his arms crossed, watching silently as Jerry stepped forward. Despite the steady posture he tried to maintain, his mismatched red-silver eyes betrayed a glint of hesitation.
In the heart of the field, the air shimmered as though reality itself bent and swirled, a mirage at the edge of existence. Gradually, the outline of a magnificent creature began to form. With each passing second, its presence grew heavier, a weight that pressed down on the senses. A deep, resonant hum filled the air, vibrating through the ground and rattling the bones of all who stood nearby.
From the swirling distortion emerged Zephyrlis.
