Nyx didn't react.
She simply stood there, arms folded, her gaze cold and unblinking as she watched Aether repeat the same motion over and over again—guiding yet another soul into the feather's divine embrace.
Again... And again.... And again.
It was like watching a man slowly drown on land.
His steps grew staggered. His shoulders slumped. Each time he returned from the crack, the way he dragged his feet made it clear—he was getting weaker, breaking apart piece by piece. And yet... he never stopped.
He just kept going.
Nyx's brows furrowed. Her expression soured with irritation as she let out a soft huff, folding her arms even tighter against her chest.
"Tch..." she clicked her tongue, raising her hand with an exasperated look. "I can do it, you know... If you're feeli—"
