As Nyx's descent continued, casting an ethereal shadow over the broken landscape, the band of heroes felt an overwhelming weight settle upon them. The heavens themselves seemed to weep, the clouds darkening as if mourning the transformation of a revered figure into an ominous presence. The air grew cold, each breath coming as a visible puff, and the silence that filled the space between Nyx and the heroes was as dense and suffocating as the grief that crushed their hearts.