As twilight draped the forest floor, shadowy figures emerged from the underbrush. It was the elusive Glowwing Moths, their wings shimmering like tiny lanterns.
“We’ve watched your courage,” said their leader, Luma. “The forest’s fate is tied to yours. We offer our light to guide you through the darkness.”
Cinder-ant nodded, feeling hope rekindle. But trust was a fragile thing.
“Together, we might just stand a chance,” he said.
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