Nyxara Rising
Across every screen, in brutal white letters, a message blazed:
Tag acquired. Retrieval authorized.
Nyxara laughed, a sound that started low and grew wild, edged with something ancient and dangerous.
“Oh,” she whispered, soft as snowfall, deadly as a blade in the dark. “So that’s your game.”
She straightened to her full height, wiped the blood from her mouth, and let her eyes blaze with the impossible light of her legacy—violet and white, fury and power.
“You just made yourselves easy to find.”