CHAPTER 68:
It was in the wee hours of the night when a gust of wind howled through the trees, bending branches and scattering dead leaves like whispers of an impending storm. The clouds gathered thick and low, like a cloak— one made from silk and thick wool.
And Nyx'Zariel rose with the wind.
Her heart churned like the sky—wild, stormy, restless. Her mood was as dark as the alleyways no one dared to walk, the places where nightmares hid in the corners.
She had slept too long. Her strength—buried, dormant—had grown quiet over time. Too quiet. Her powers, once raging, now curled inside her like fiery lights now waiting for breath.
But now… now was the time to rise.
Glowing strands of red whipped across her face as she tilted her head toward the roiling sky. Her nightclothes clung to her sweat-soaked skin, thin fabric revealing the outlines of her pale beautiful skin.
