The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the desolate landscape. Nyx stood at the center of a makeshift gathering spot, her silhouette outlined by the pale light. The air crackled with anticipation, the chill seeping into her bones as she surveyed her companions—Lilith, Iris, and Bing.
"It's time," Nyx announced, her voice steady and commanding. "We've waited long enough. Each of you has a target."
Lilith leaned against a jagged rock, her wings fluttering slightly as she listened. Her dark eyes flicked from Iris to Bing, a hint of impatience surfacing. "And what are our orders, oh fearless leader?" she drawled, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Lilith, you will head north," Nyx replied, her gaze unwavering. "The northern villages are weak, easy prey. Cleanse them of their existence."
