Third Person's POV
A figure emerged from the streak and descended with red-tinted grace, as her small frame landed lightly beside them.
It was a little girl, around ten to eleven years of age, and clad in a deep crimson dress.
Her beautiful, dark hair trailed like threads of shadows in the air, while her feet barely made a sound as they touched the forest floor.
It was none other than Duchess Althera.
Her expression was solemn and very unlike her usual playful self as she looked straight at Nyx, her face set with concern.
But even then, she spared a wink and a half-smile toward Ethan—a quick flicker of familiarity amidst the tension before she turned to face Nyx again with gravity returning to her tone.
"What happened?" she asked plainly, her eyes scanning the scorched air still flickering with dying black embers.
"That attack of yours… it has awakened that wretched spirit from its slumber."
