Deep within Gaia's soul.
Nyx observed the entity calmly, her form unmoving, her arms crossed as her authority dancing around her, preventing any corruption from getting near her.
"Release her at this instant." she said, her voice low and cold, like midnight over a frozen sea.
The entity did not respond in words.
Instead, the mouths on its body opened, screeching sounds that were not sounds.
Lashing tongues, coated in acidic memories, reached for Nyx.
Eyes of perception tried to rewrite her essence.
The world inside Gaia's soul screamed.
But it was useless.
Every attack was ignored—negated before reaching her. Space itself bent to avoid touching her.
Nyx stood there, untouched. Her presence remained absolute and untainted.
Finally, the entity paused. The mouths closed, the tendrils slowed, and the central eye blinked.
Then, in broken, guttural speech, it finally spoke.
"Why… do you stop… the Feeding…?"
Nyx's gaze didn't waver.
