The light filtering into the Scrapyard from the crevice above had abruptly dimmed, as if a colossal shadow had fallen over their hidden sanctuary. Kael felt an overwhelming pressure, a crushing weight descending upon Aethernia, specifically targeting their location. He glanced at Lyra. Her face was pale, but her warrior's stance was already firm, her sword raised.
Kael's Admin panel, now screaming critical alerts, showed multiple high-level entities rapidly converging on Sector 4B. Their power signatures were immense, dwarfing his own Level 3 access. These were the true enforcers of Nyx's twisted order.
She's not holding back, Kael realized, his gut twisting. This isn't just about preserving her quest. This is personal. She wants me gone. And she's sending her best to do it. He looked at
