Out of the Ashes: A Tale of Monsters and Survival

As Cattiseye stood before the Blood Queen, his heart pounded in his chest. He knew he was treading into dangerous territory, but he couldn’t shake the burning curiosity that had taken hold of his mind. Summoning all his courage, he finally dared to ask the question that had been gnawing at him for so long.

“Why do you and the Crystal Dragon harbor such a profound animosity towards humans?” Cattiseye’s voice quivered slightly, betraying his anxiety.

The Blood Queen’s eyes, crimson pools of ancient wisdom, fixed upon him without a hint of emotion. Cattiseye felt a chill run down his spine, but he squared his shoulders and held her gaze resolutely, determined to hear the truth.

For a long moment, the air in the chamber seemed to grow heavier, the silence stretching taut between them. Finally, the Blood Queen spoke, her voice low and resonant, carrying the weight of centuries of bitterness.

“Humans,” she began, her tone laced with a mix of scorn and sorrow, “have always sought to exploit and dominate that which they do not understand. They have brought ruin and devastation to our lands, wielding their power like a weapon without thought for the consequences.”

Cattiseye listened intently, his heart heavy with the weight of her words. The truth behind the Blood Queen’s hatred was far more complex and dark than he had ever imagined, and he knew that the answers he sought would only lead him deeper into a labyrinth of ancient grudges and untold secrets.