Nyx stepped further into the depths of the Spirit World, her senses heightened as she felt the familiar energy calling to her. She moved with purpose, her long white dress trailing behind her like a whisper through the air. The Elemental followed closely, its body crackling with raw energy. Every step Nyx took caused the ground beneath her to wither and die, the once-glowing grass turning black and decaying, leaving a path of destruction in her wake.
The further she walked, the more she could sense the tension in the air. It was subtle at first, but growing with every passing moment. The spirits here were afraid, terrified of something far greater than Nyx herself. And then, from the corner of her eye, she saw her—Fairy Queen Elysia.
She was breathtaking.
