Ren glanced sideways at the woman beside him, her eyepatch giving her a mysterious, rugged look. They were huddled near the crumbling wall of an old building covered by trees, hidden in the shadows as they watched a swarm of sky-needle hornets buzzing around a massive, majestic flower.
The flower towered like a coconut tree, its petals shimmering with an otherworldly glow, petals unfurling like silk under the light of sun. The hornets, with their needle-like stingers glinting dangerously, danced in intricate patterns, tending to the bloom as if it were a sacred relic.
He leaned in closer, his voice a hushed whisper. "You could have worded that better, you know. Instead of saying my only option is dying or dying."
