Nyxara Rising
The world began to scream, to panic, as the impossible became reality.
Nyxara glanced at her phone, messages cascading across the screen.
Accounts locked.
Treaties voided.
Containment orders rescinded in chaos.
And then, one last message, open and pulsing with the architects’ fury:
You broke protocol.
Nyxara laughed, sharp and breathless, the sound echoing in the ruined chamber.
“Yeah,” she said, stepping into the chaos she’d unleashed. “That’s kind of my specialty.”
As she left the sanctum behind, the ground trembled—not from ruin, but from something ancient stirring, something long repressed now waking to the world.