NARRATOR

Nyx was so happy and excited, but when she found out her father's intentions... she really felt like crying.

“No, no, no, Dad, you can’t do this here! Damn it! There are allies too!”

Terror clutched her soul when she saw the black mist pouring out of the mouth of that enormous specter, a fusion of Silas’s powers.

The energy was condensing, forming into a massive ball filled with storms and death.

The gaping mouth of that monster looked like a cannon about to fire, and Nyx knew it wouldn’t harm her… but everything around her would just die.

Damn it, the Spectral King was seriously pissed off.

“Aidan, tell your people to gather around me! Hurry or they’re going to die!” she shouted in her mate’s mind, who stared at her from afar.

Edmund was already irrelevant: now it was all about the fight and the sorcerers.

In front of that massive black figure with hollow eyes glowing red from empty sockets, they felt like mere mortals facing a God of Destruction.

“Nyx, what the hell is that