Aveline's jaw tightened, the pain in her chest almost unbearable as she took another step forward, the golden glow of her aura pressing against Nyx's oppressive shadows. "No," she said, her voice soft but unwavering. "This is not your truth. This is your pain speaking. Your anger. Your despair. But underneath it all, the Nyx I knew is still there."
Nyx's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sneer. "You speak as if you understand," she spat, the ground beneath them trembling with her fury. "You cannot fathom what it feels like to be betrayed, to be cast aside, to have everything you are turned into a weapon against you!" Her voice rose, the shadows around her writhing with agitation. "You speak of hope and light as if they mean something, but they are illusions—weaknesses for fools to cling to."
