With tears streaming down her face, Nyx let go of her two black wings.
'This is all my fault.
The girls were already distant from Nyx. The Succubus' wings materialized as black smoke, tearing away some of the fabric that hid her body. Then, looking at her own, the girl took off. The leaves on the ground lifted with the momentum that lifted her up and carried her into the sky.
With a better view of the village, the girl now understood the confusion better. She was still a bit far away, even flying, it would take her some time to reach the center of the village. But none of this mattered to her, with tears on her face she flew off as fast as she could.
The closer she got, the louder the cries of fear that echoed through the town. All the years Nyx had spent in the village of Crystaldrift had given her some affection for the town and its residents, seeing this place attacked was like suffering an attack straight to her heart.