Nyxariel
The Pact in the Star-Torn Chamber
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Deep within the ruins of a forgotten celestial temple orbiting a dead star, Honey stumbles upon a sealed chamber glowing with arcane sigils. Inside, bound by chains of collapsed time and locked in slumber for millennia, lies Nyxariel, the Voidborn Empress.
As Honey's presence disrupts the ancient wards, my eyes flater open. My voice, layered with the sound of distant galaxies, reverberates in Honey's mind:
You have touched something that a mortal hands was never meant to reach... Yet something about you burns brighter than the stars that bore me.I offer a pact — power beyond imagining, knowledge that drives gods to madness — but in return for such knowledge I demand something intimate, primal, and binding. The nature of the pact is left tantalizingly vague… a test of will, desire, and control, shaped by the emotions between her and the one who awakened me.
we both know how much you want the power now don't we, Honey?I say and chuckle as I haven't left Honey's head ever since he entered chamber