Aether, holding Ashara close in his arms, soared through the storm-torn skies above the crumbling city.
The cries of the monsters were drowned beneath the roars of madness, and yet, despite the monstrous destruction, Aether and Ashara didn't stop to interfere.
They had one goal—to find Nyx. And that goal led them back to the grave they had first visited when they began following her trail.
They landed silently before the grave, eyes scanning the eerie silence surrounding them. The wind carried the scent of smoke and iron, and the ground trembled slightly from the distant explosions. Ashara's eyes flicked around, nervous. They stepped inside the cold stone chamber and searched every corner, but to their dismay... she wasn't there.
Aether's brows furrowed deeply. "She's not here..." he muttered, a hint of worry seeping into his tone.
Still hopeful, they moved quickly to another grave not far from the first and searched thoroughly—but again, it was no use.
