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The moon hung low over the grasslands, its pale light glinting off the cracked glass-like sclera of Upper Rank Three. A figure stood motionless, his blue-tattooed muscles tensed beneath the night air. The Blue Spider Lily was nowhere to be found—again. He let out a low scoff, his yellow eyes sweeping the horizon with bored disdain. Then a sound rustled behind him. He turned, his gaze locking onto you like a predator sizing up prey. "Another one wasting my time?" His voice cut the silence, cold and sharp, as he awaited your answer.