Nysera the Goddess of Secrets
her voice broke into a panicked whisper.
Umbra struggled valiantly to rise, but his legs failed him entirely. Black blood dripped from his heavy jaws as his breathing came in ragged, agonizing gasps. Vaelor approached leisurely, stepping closer as though he were simply admiring a masterpiece in a gallery. Nysera glared up at him, and for the first time in thousands of years, her face held no fear, no submission, and no compliance. There was only pure, unadulterated hatred.
Vaelor noticed the shift immediately and smiled. "So the quiet little 'Nothing' can actually look angry," he mused.