That Night…
The area was filled with silence and tranquility.
No snarling.
No stalking.
No surprise ambushes.
Just the silence of a city that had long since died.
Alex slept beneath the skeletal remains of the building, its cracked ceiling barely held together by rusted beams and the stubborn will of forgotten architects. The night passed quietly—not because the world beyond was safe, but because of the one who lay curled beside him.
Nyxara had released a small part of her aura around, just enough to seep into the air like invisible smoke. To most beasts, it was a warning. To the smarter ones, it was a promise: Enter here, and die.
The instinct of predators did the rest.
So, the night remained undisturbed.
As they knew, it was a losing game
The Next Morning…
