Nysa had been keen as she observed everything which unfold with a keen, calculating interest.
Pyris—the young noble who had stumbled across her imprisonment in this forsaken labyrinth—was nothing short of a curiosity wrapped in enigmas. He was a storm of contradictions: noble yet reckless, composed yet brimming with untamed ambition.
And beyond all that, he reeked of mysteries—secrets so profound they seemed capable of unraveling the very fabric of the heavens themselves.
Even his woman, Alera was a package of mystery in her own right.
Her gaze lingered on him, drawn to the fire burning in his eyes, a fire she hadn't seen in millennia. It reminded her of her younger self when she just started her journey, back when she believed her will alone could change her world. But the intensity in his eyes—it burned brighter than hers ever had, threatening to consume everything in its path.
