Some time ago, back in the swirling voids of the Demonic Spire, where shadows danced like living entities and the air hummed with the eternal echoes of lustful sighs, Mermia paced restlessly in a hidden alcove far from the grand chambers.
The walls here were veined with crimson crystal that pulsed faintly, as if the spire itself breathed with infernal life.
Her wings, delicate and bat-like with a shimmer of iridescent scales, fluttered nervously behind her, scattering tiny sparks of glittery essence that fizzled out in the dim light. S
he clutched her hands together, her heart-shaped tail whipping back and forth like a scolded cat's, her slimmer frame—adorned in that dark gear with orange snake-linings—trembling with a mix of guilt and dread.
The Void Nexus's mishap replayed in her mind: the book tumbling, vanishing into that mundane screen of tall buildings and iron beasts.
