The environment hinted at someone possibly breeding rare animals. “Look at these cages,” Mr. Johnson pointed out, shining his flashlight. They were large and sturdy, clearly meant for bigger creatures. “Whoever was here knew what they were doing,” Ethan observed. Grace frowned, “But why abandon it all?” The idea of Nyx being bred here unsettled them. “It explains his uniqueness,” Mrs. Johnson mused. The theory was compelling but didn’t provide any concrete answers about Nyx himself.
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