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The grand conference hall was buzzing with whispers, eyes darting between the polished podium and the hybrid delegates seated in plush chairs. At the center stood Lys, immaculate and commanding, his icy gaze sweeping across the crowd.
"As you all know," Lys began, voice smooth as silk, "the future of hybrid and human coexistence depends on strength, order, and respect for lineage. Only those with pure hybrid blood can truly lead us into a prosperous era."
Murmurs rose—some nodding, others exchanging worried glances.
Suddenly, a rustle at the back drew attention.
Lyra, with her fiery red hair and sharp amber eyes, stepped forward, her presence bold and unapologetic.
"Excuse me," she called out, "but what about those who bridge the worlds with heart, not just blood?"
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Lys's eyes narrowed. "And who might you be?"
"I'm Lyra," she said firmly, "a fox hybrid who's seen hybrids and humans fight side by side, build families, and break barriers. We don't need old prejudices to chain us. It's unity that saves us."
Several delegates murmured in agreement.
Lys's smile flickered, but he quickly masked it with a cold laugh. "A passionate speech, but sentiment won't change heritage."
Lyra's fiery gaze met his. "Maybe not. But the people's hearts? That's another story."
Whispers turned to applause.
Hyme's tail flicked with quiet approval.
San leaned over. "Looks like the fox just threw a wrench in the cat's plan."
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