In the pitch-black night, Nyx sat on the large windowsill, hugging her knees. She gazed out at the dark Wasteland in the distance.

Juno walked up behind her and patted her shoulder. "Nyx, you should get some rest."

Nyx made a sound of acknowledgment but continued sitting there motionless.

Juno sighed. "Don't worry. Mr. Lloyd Senior is very capable. Nothing will happen to him. Tomorrow, or maybe the day after, the Cathedral's main army will attack. Whether we succeed or not comes down to this