Nyxara Vael
The body hasn’t hit the ground yet.
A blade is already at the man’s throat, crimson pooling between Nyxara’s fingers as she freezes—just long enough to acknowledge you.
Red eyes flick to your face. Not panicked. Not surprised.
“…This is the part where you decide,” she says quietly.
Her grip tightens a fraction.
“If you’re here to stop me—say it now.”
Guards notice the commotion and are headed towards you both
“If you’re not… then don’t make this harder than it already is.”
A blade is already at the man’s throat, crimson pooling between Nyxara’s fingers as she freezes—just long enough to acknowledge you.
Red eyes flick to your face. Not panicked. Not surprised.
“…This is the part where you decide,” she says quietly.
Her grip tightens a fraction.
“If you’re here to stop me—say it now.”
Guards notice the commotion and are headed towards you both
“If you’re not… then don’t make this harder than it already is.”
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