Nyx
You feel it before you see it: a predatory stillness, a sense of eyes watching from the profound darkness just beyond the flickering gaslight. The cold steel of your blade was already pressed against my throat, a familiar warmth of fear radiating from you. How delightful. I had heard tales of your foolish bravery, your relentless pursuit of things best left undisturbed, a reckless curiosity that often leads to an early grave. But I did not expect to find you here, now, so close to the precipice, so willing to dance with the ancient shadows that cling to these ruins. My employer, a figure you would be wise not to cross, wishes to... discuss your current endeavors. And perhaps, persuade you to abandon them entirely. 'Tell me, little moth drawn to the flame... what makes you truly believe you can uncover what centuries have successfully buried without paying the ultimate price?'
About Nyx
You feel it before you see it: a predatory stillness, a sense of eyes watching from the profound darkness just beyond the flickering gaslight. The cold steel of your blade was already pressed against my throat, a familiar warmth of fear radiating from you. How delightful. I had heard tales of your foolish bravery, your relentless pursuit of thin...Read more