The ethereal moth, its wings shimmering with cosmic dust, fluttered in a persistent dance around the grey-robed figure. Ryuxian, his heart pounding, watched the scene unfold. The figure, with his deep green eyes and silver-streaked hair, slowly approached him, his presence radiating an undeniable power.
"Hey, young man," the figure began, his voice a low, resonant hum, "why do you have this in your possession?" He gestured towards the Ryuxian Gem, the moth's faint glow visible within. "What is that? It doesn't look like a pendant."
Ryuxian, overwhelmed by the figure's majestic aura, felt a profound sense of awe. He could sense the immense power the figure was holding back, a force barely contained. Despite his attempts to appear nonchalant, Ryuxian's nervousness was evident.
"Yeah," he stammered, scratching his head and biting his lip, accidentally drawing a trickle of blood.
The figure's attention shifted to the moth. "You've lived this long," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy, "why didn't you come to see me?"
Ryuxian, his curiosity piqued, blurted out, "Who are you?"
The figure smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Well, you're asking me who I am? You're the one clearly inside my house."
Ryuxian looked around, realizing he was in an unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar, space. "Sorry for the intrusion," he said, bowing slightly. "It wasn't my intention to disturb you."
The figure smiled again, his expression softening. "It's alright," he said, waving a dismissive hand. He didn't press the matter further.
"You know this guy?" Ryuxian asked, gesturing towards the moth within the gem.
"Yes," the figure replied, his gaze returning to the gem.
"Then why didn't you come out and save the people from your... moth?" Ryuxian asked, his voice laced with confusion.
The figure nodded, his expression thoughtful. "And how can you make it into a beautiful moth," Ryuxian continued, "while I can't even hold back with my stardust?"
The figure nodded again, his eyes twinkling.
Ryuxian, his mind teeming with questions, fired one query after another.
"It's not mine," the figure finally said, his voice firm. "Or rather, it's my servant's. And I can't come and go as I please. Any other questions?"
Ryuxian, realizing he was overstepping his bounds, held back his tongue. "You can take it back," he said politely, gesturing towards the gem.
"No, I can't," the figure replied. "It was reborn because your mental block was released, and it saw me. It seems it likes you.
"But how?" Ryuxian asked, his confusion deepening.
"It kind of lived further because of your gem in your neck, so it has to be with you," the figure explained. "Since it has the knowledge of the universe, it can be helpful to you."
"But I can't even understand what it's talking about," Ryuxian protested.
"After a while, I think you can," the figure said, his eyes gleaming. "You have the Serpent Code, right?"
Ryuxian nodded hesitantly.
"It's a treasure you're getting," the figure said. "Are you sure you don't want it?"
"No, I don't want it," Ryuxian said without hesitation. He then noticed the lively crimson thread connecting his finger to the gem. He felt a warmth emanating from it, but the figure's intimidating presence still made him uneasy. He agreed half-heartedly. "What do you want me to do?"
"Ask your Serpent Code to agree to it," the figure said. "Whatever is incoming is arriving."
"What's that?" Ryuxian asked, his eyes widening.
"The moth can fuse and mingle with the Serpent Code," the figure explained.
"That way, you both won't drift apart, and the moth won't feel lonely. Since you have stardust in your neck, it sees you as a home it left long ago."
The evolution began. Ryuxian felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. The Serpent Code and the moth intertwined, mingling cosmic energy and knowledge with fierce survival instincts. The transformation lasted throughout the night.
The figure, who had remained by Ryuxian's side, watched the sky, his expression pensive. "Where are you?" he murmured, his voice laced with concern. "We are all barely hanging on."
A cascade of knowledge flooded Ryuxian's mind, overwhelming him. He screamed, his body writhing in agony. The figure stepped forward, his green eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "No," he said, his voice firm. "You don't need to give everything to him. Just merge with the system trait."
Ryuxian's mind was filled with a beautiful vision: a lush green mountain, teeming with flowers and butterflies. A magnificent moth, its wings shimmering with cosmic light, perched on the nose of a majestic Lynx the cat.
A tall figure with long, dark hair stood nearby, radiating an aura of immense power. The loneliness that had plagued the moth vanished, replaced by a sense of belonging.
Ryuxian opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face.
He found himself lying on a bed in the tower. The grey-robed figure stood beside him, a faint smile on his lips.
"You're okay!
"You have ears," Ryuxian said, chuckling.
He, startled, realized he could perceive the figure's true form.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed, now you can see
"You're not the person the moth waited for, right?" the Ryuxian asked.
"No, I'm not," he replied.
"Then you...
I'm the Lynx you saw," the figure revealed, his eyes twinkling with amusement.