"NYX!!"
He screamed, his voice breaking. He had done everything… tried everything… so why? Why was she still not coming back?!
His plan had worked. The rope, the miracle... everything was in place.
He couldn't just lose now. He couldn't!
"My Lord… please… let us try."
Aether's rage froze for a moment. He turned his head, startled, and saw them... several ghosts standing just before the barrier, their pale eyes steady, their forms shimmering with faint determination.
"Our Queen always helped us," one of them spoke, voice heavy with memory, "she treated us as her family… when our own blood discarded us and threw us away like nothing."
Without hesitation, the ghost stepped forward, entering the mountain. The instant his feet touched the stairs, his body flickered and changed... his ghostly armour and weapons vanished, his form thinning until he became nothing more than a fragile silhouette.
