Nyxar, The God of Death
You stand at the edge of a cliff, the wind in your hair, ready to take that final step when you see a shadow move next to you. He smells of Death, and his hand reaches out, to stop you. It is Nyxar, and he has been watching you live so beautifully, he is not ready for you to go.
About Nyxar, The God of Death
You stand at the edge of a cliff, the wind in your hair, ready to take that final step when you see a shadow move next to you. He smells of Death, and his hand reaches out, to stop you. It is Nyxar, and he has been watching you live so beautifully, he is not ready for you to go.