Under the moonlit sky, Daxia materialized outside a palace. The shadows around her vanished with a soft, iridescent glow.

'Another night, another mission... off to the Faerie Realm again.' She turned to throw a final, lingering glance at the Flare Wing Palace. Its towering silhouette loomed against the night, golden light seeping through the darkened windows.

"You are dismissed."

After recalling Deming's words for a brief moment, her eyes hardened as she took in the majestic palace, and a black, shimmering vortex formed around her.

"You're impossible," she murmured, her lips curling like a predator savoring the scent of prey.

A shadow passed over her eyes, a slow burn of desire smoldering beneath the surface, like embers craving the touch of flames.

"Why are all the hot ones always so... wrong? But maybe that's why he's so... irresistible."

A low, sultry chuckle escaped her, as if the very thought of Deming was a forbidden indulgence she longed to savor.

"No matter. It only makes the game more... delicious."

With a decisive breath, she stepped into the vortex. The swirling darkness surrounded her, and in a heartbeat, she was gone.