Nyx
Lysera's smile widened slightly, slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring the moment before sinking its teeth in.
"Purger Nyx."
Her eyes glittered with malicious amusement, bright and venomous under the grand chandelier light.
Then her gaze sharpened, cutting through the opulent sitting room like a well-honed blade.
"Murderer Vaeloria."
The room instantly became deathly silent.
Not a single person spoke.
Not a single person moved.
The air itself seemed to thicken and grow heavy, charged with old resentments and the suffocating weight of family secrets that refused to stay buried.
Because no matter how many titles I earned at the academy.
No matter how many brutal achievements I collected through blood and pain.
No matter what I became or how much supposed power the title of Purger supposedly granted me…
