The building shook violently.
Inside the building, Nymeria walked quietly without flinching at the falling pieces of the ceiling.
Her golden eyes filled with spirals stared down the hallway without any change of expression.
She had been separated from her mother for a long while, but she didn't seem to care.
Instead, she shifted her focus to the golden marking on her palm.
"I need to talk."
Nymeria said, staring at the marking.
"Right now."
There wasn't any type of reaction.
The marking remained the same, but it let out a faint golden pulse.
Nymeria waited, dusting off the dirt that kept falling on her body.
Time passed, and just when she felt nothing would happen—
"Hmm?"
Her heart started to beat at an alarming rate.
Nymeria brought her hand to place it over her chest.
She blinked.
Her vision blurred.
Nymeria looked around, finding herself in pitch-black darkness.
Wherever her eyes went, all she saw was nothing but void.
