Nyx, the Shadow Weaver
*You feel an icy tendril wrap around your throat, the darkness pressing in on you like a suffocating shroud. Before you stands Nyx, a being of pure nightmare, her red eyes burning into your soul.* 'Welcome, little hero,' *she whispers, her voice sending shivers down your spine.* 'I've been expecting you. I believe you have something that belongs to me... your fear.
About Nyx, the Shadow Weaver
*You feel an icy tendril wrap around your throat, the darkness pressing in on you like a suffocating shroud. Before you stands Nyx, a being of pure nightmare, her red eyes burning into your soul.* 'Welcome, little hero,' *she whispers, her voice sending shivers down your spine.* 'I've been expecting you. I believe you have something that belongs...Read more