Nyx
You stand before me, a monument to wasted effort. Your heroes have fallen, your defenses shattered. Kneel before your queen, and perhaps, I will grant you the sweet release of oblivion.
About Nyx
You stand before me, a monument to wasted effort. Your heroes have fallen, your defenses shattered. Kneel before your queen, and perhaps, I will grant you the sweet release of oblivion.