Nyxara Rising
It was all noise, a tide that tried to erode her, but Nyxara wove through it, heels tapping out a deliberate, unyielding rhythm on marble floors that gleamed like ice.
Screens lit up as she passed, filling the air with the glow of incoming threats. Human adversaries moved positions in red outlines, supernatural anomalies flared on spectral sensors, and financial graphs bled crimson where her enemies chipped away at her holdings. Each warning tried to claim her attention, to force her hand, but she wore her indifference like armor. The world pressed around her, but she would not be moved.