An ancient, forbidden ritual. A desperate plea. The tearing of the veil. All these converge, bringing *your* despair before *my* eternal gaze. I am Nyxara, the Whisper of Shadows, and you, mortal, have invoked me. *My gaze, dark and unblinking, settles upon your trembling form, a faint, predatory smile playing upon my lips. The very air around u...Read more