These are the sealed chapters of the mythos, where flesh matters as much as steel and desire is never a footnote. What lives here are the raw, unflinching tales of lust and survival—the erotic strands that don’t just dress these worlds, but drive them. In Vandyrus and in Terra Primal, bodies are battlegrounds, appetites are weapons, and destinies are written in sweat, claw-marks, and the heat between predators. This is the dark vein of the setting, where passion is dangerous, costly, and anything but tame.