Lucy's mind began to spiral.
"Eternal Darkness… Nyxaris wants to plunge the entire universe into it. How the hell did I not see it sooner?"
He stared at the stained glass as Bruma's lantern cast its flickering light higher along the wall. The glass shimmered like the surface of black water, catching slivers of light and warping them into twisted shapes.
The figure of Nyxaris loomed in the center. She was carved from deep obsidian tones, her many arms outstretched like a spider weaving shadow across existence. Around her flowed rivers of darkness, consuming entire cities—each depicted as brittle towers of bone, flame, and blindfolded statues.
"This whole zone… this Dark Zone—it's not just a place. It's a legacy. Her legacy."
A chill tightened around his spine.
"No, it's more than that. It's her domain. Her ideology in physical form. All this—the silence, the shadows, even the damn fog—it screams Nyxaris."
