Lunareio's grip loosened, his fingers uncurling from Veyrn's throat as the last wisps of soulflare faded into his mouth.
His mismatched eyes—purple and blue—glowed faintly brighter for a moment, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.
Veyrn's limp body slipped from his grasp, plummeting toward the scarred earth below like a broken puppet, his body twisting in the air as the wind howled around him.
Just as Veyrn fell, a ripple of energy coursed through Lunareio's body. His head tilted slightly, as though listening to an unseen voice.
Within his mind, the Moon God System spoke, its cold tone echoing through his consciousness.
⫷『Notice: You have consumed a Dream. Hunger partially satiated. Stats rising.』⫸
A surge of power pulsed through him—very small, but it was there.
His muscles tightened, his senses sharpened by just a fraction, and the faint glow of his skin intensified, as if the moonlight itself were seeping deeper into his essence.
