As Nyx's descent brought her closer, she looked down at the band of heroes below, and a faint frown creased her face. These were the warriors she had once believed in, offered a chance to walk alongside her in the path of light. But now, as their faces contorted with shock and sorrow, Nyx felt a strange sense of detachment, as though the memories that bound her to them were fading threads, barely connecting to the figure she had become. Their stares were filled with a mixture of grief and disappointment, piercing her like cold shards, yet they stirred only a distant echo within her—one of the countless souls who once gazed at her with admiration, awe, and reverence.