A massive wall of spirits seemed to stare directly into Nyx's soul, forcing her to bow.
She instinctively recoiled, her violet eyes now glowing with a dark intensity, as if an ancient force was about to emerge.
She tried to hide the unease, but the sword before her seemed to annihilate any defense she could muster. The reaction of her skin, pale and drained of color, did not go unnoticed. It was clear the blade held a power greater than Strax had imagined.
She tried to look away from the sword, but its presence seemed to paralyze her. Still, she maintained the posture of someone trying to escape the truth, as if searching for a way to avoid the questions, the accusations. But Strax was no fool; he knew she was trying to sidestep the situation.
