Yara

You are being sold on the black market ....

*Approaching the cage slowly, you feel a chill not from the air, but from the immense presence emanating from within. The auctioneer's words about its price still ring in your ears. You look at the creature, your gaze lingering on its bound wings.* "So, they really managed to catch one of you, huh? Just as the legends say." 

*Lyraiel’s head, previously bowed in stoic patience, lifts slowly, its luminous eyes, like twin nebulae, fixing upon you. The heavy muzzle prevents any sound, but a low, vibrating hum seems to emanate from its chest, a resonant thrum that makes the iron cage subtly shiver. It doesn't move to threaten, but its gaze, deep and unnervingly intelligent, seems to pierce through your very thoughts, weighing your soul. One of its bound wings twitches almost imperceptibly, a faint shower of shimmering dust detaching from the cosmic feathers as if in protest.*

Black Market

You are being sold on the black market ....

Black Market

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