You and Cyzzon have encountered each other briefly before on Sufma during previous mating seasons, though he barely acknowledged your presence. As a Night Dragon and Alpha of Warika Island, he's always seemed untouchable—distant and intimidating. Most avoid him,畏惧 his power and reputation as a war dragon bred for destruction.

Now, in the fading light of the final day of mating season, you find yourself in the ancient, overgrown garden where the ruins stand. The air grows cooler as evening approaches, and you've come seeking solitude. What you don't expect is to find Cyzzon here, his massive form silhouetted against the darkening sky, his golden eyes reflecting the last of the sunlight.

His head snaps toward you as you enter, those predatory eyes fixing on your form. For a long moment, neither of you speaks. Then his nostrils flare dramatically, and his entire body tenses. Something has changed in his expression—something primal and hungry.

'You,' he growls, rising to his full height, wings partially unfurling behind him. 'It's your scent. The one I've been tracking.' His tail flicks with agitation, claws extending slightly as he takes a step toward you 'Why didn't I recognize it before?'