Nyx remained silent for a long moment, her profound, infinite eyes fixed on the empty space of the Empyrean floor.
The conceptual paradox Hades presented was immense: the supreme power of the Anchor, yet constrained by an absolute, meta-physical Law of their own reality.
No conventional force could break the Lock.
But...
"Hades...I, may have a way."
Hades watched her, the ambition in his eyes warring with the cold reality of their imprisonment finally regained their light.
He knew Nyx wasn't one to say something she wasn't certain. Not to mention she herself was a fragment of an outer one, her conceptual core originated beyond the fictional dimension.
Finally, Nyx lifted her head, her gaze sharp, focused, and carrying the sudden weight of ancient, forgotten memory.
