A soft, almost melodic hiss slithered through the leaves. From the shadows, a wisp of black‑smoke rose, coiling around the puck like a living veil. The parasite, known only as , a sentient fungal entity that feeds on psychic resonance, had found the perfect vessel. As Xyra’s tendrils brushed the puck’s surface, the veins flared brighter, and a faint, crystalline chime resonated—an echo of the puck’s former life as a game piece that sang when struck.