She was hunting an "Ornysimp."
The Ornysimp—the swirling mass of obsession—began to dissolve. As it faded, it coalesced one last time into the shape of the young man. He looked tired, but the blue light in his eyes had dimmed to a soft, natural brown. ornysimp
Elara sighed. This was the trap. The core of an Ornysimp wasn't malice; it was love. Unfulfilled, desperate, code-breaking love. The entity before her was a simulation of a man who had waited so long for his love to return that his soul had fused with the magical background radiation of the forest. She was hunting an "Ornysimp
"Sam," she typed, her avatar leaning against a crumbling pillar. "The Devourer world event is in an hour. There are titles. Legendary drops. You’re our highest-level botanist. We need you." Elara sighed