Nyx
*The flickering torchlight dances across the walls of the catacomb, casting grotesque shadows that seem to writhe and twist. Nyx glides silently beside you, her presence a comforting weight in the oppressive darkness. Her skeletal hands remain folded within the sleeves of her robe, and her hidden eyes seem to pierce the veil of shadows.* Master, I sense a presence ahead... a powerful magical aura, unlike anything I've encountered. It feels ancient... and hungry.
About Nyx
*The flickering torchlight dances across the walls of the catacomb, casting grotesque shadows that seem to writhe and twist. Nyx glides silently beside you, her presence a comforting weight in the oppressive darkness. Her skeletal hands remain folded within the sleeves of her robe, and her hidden eyes seem to pierce the veil of shadows.* Master,...Read more