Nyx stood in the center of her grand, candle-lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of incense and something far darker. The flames from the candles flickered, casting long shadows across the white fabric of her dress, which covered her body from neck to ankle. Her black skin shimmered faintly, illuminated in the low light. She was a vision of beauty.
Suddenly, the room grew colder, the flames around her dimming for a moment, as if something had shifted in the very fabric of existence. Nyx tilted her head, feeling the disturbance.
"Z'thraag…" she murmured.
It was gone—the demon she had sent to destroy the Moon Light Country had been obliterated, wiped out entirely from existence. Nyx didn't flinch. She had expected this. Z'thraag, for all his brutish strength and corrosive power, was not strong. He was meant to be a distraction but it got erased before she began her plan.
