The voice was smooth as velvet with a darkness that threatened the hair at her nape to stand on end. That voice belonged to Erebus, and he was anything but the kind god she had known for so long. There was a steely coldness to his voice, and his laughter filled her with dread.
But that wasn't what concerned her right then. How was she in this bottomless pit of darkness? She could barely make out the edges of her hands, and her powers could not call upon any light; though she usually thrived in the darkness, this was not her magic, and so none of it was in her control.
"Reveal yourself," Nyx said, her voice echoed across the darkened plane.