Alex returned the next day.
Every muscle still ached from yesterday's clash, but there was no hesitation in his steps. The bruises and soreness weren't wounds — they were proof that he'd survived a battle with Nyx at her full speed. And he knew… today would be worse.
The familiar pull yanked him into Nyx's inner world.
The world had changed.
The obsidian platform was gone.
In its place stretched a labyrinth of towering, smooth black pillars, their surfaces so reflective they mirrored the void around them. Narrow walkways linked the pillars like precarious bridges, while gaping chasms yawned below — swallowing all light.
Shadows writhed across the walls, twisting unnaturally as if alive.
And there was Nyx.
