The Devourer’s roar shook every realm.
His monstrous dragon form blotted out the heavens.
Wings forged from living darkness stretched across the sky, swallowing the moon itself.
Every beat of those wings sent storms crashing through the kingdoms below.
Mountains split apart.
Oceans rose.
The world trembled on the edge of extinction.
Nysera stood unmoving.
Her silver-and-black hair danced in the violent wind.
Before her stood Noctis.
Behind her loomed the Devourer.
She had one choice.
One chance.
“Noctis…”
Nysera extended her hand.
“You don’t have to fight anymore.”
Noctis looked down at the offered hand.
For centuries she had known only darkness.
Hatred.
Loneliness.
The Devourer’s commands.
She had never been given a choice.
“You…”
Her voice shook.
“…still accept me
