In this world, Mirena was arguably the being who understood Nyx the best. Alan, as the Almighty God, did not let Mirena's identity color his judgment and encouraged her to speak her mind.
"I sense fear from Nyx," Mirena said, her hand on her chest, her brow furrowed.
"Fear?" Alan was puzzled. Nyx, once a dominant force in this realm, wouldn't typically be associated with fear, even in the face of a formidable entity like himself.
"It's as if she is being intimidated by some existence," Mirena added, her own eyes reflecting a tinge of fear. The twisted light behind her flickered, a testament to the turmoil within her soul.
"I see," Alan nodded in understanding. He cast a ray of holy light, soothing Mirena's emotions and enveloping her once again in the warmth of the God of Light.
