The evolution of a Nyxaris was deceptively simple, yet horrifying in its true nature. The Nyxaris were not just beings—they were enigmas. Aliens whose origins remained unknown. No record existed of their birth, no history traced their path. They simply were—harbingers of despair, incarnations of war.
They lived for chaos. They breathed destruction. And as they clashed with humanity, one terrifying truth emerged over time: the Nyxaris could evolve.
But this evolution wasn't governed by time. It didn't happen over centuries or due to age. No, the Nyxaris evolved through experience—violent, soul-crushing experience. They evolved through three distinct and dread-filled means.
The first was chaos—raw, undiluted turmoil.
The second was far more dangerous: an evolution triggered at the very brink of death, when their survival instinct reached its peak and twisted their being into something more monstrous.
