Nysa had never been one for deep sleep. Even before finding herself in this strange new world, rest had always felt more like a fragile truce than a true necessity. And after countless ages trapped within the labyrinth's endless slumber—a stillness so profound it felt closer to death than sleep—she had come to view it as an enemy she could never truly conquer.
So when Ruin awakened, she felt it instantly.
A ripple through the fabric of existence. A shift in the balance of power that sent a silent tremor through her very soul. She just didn't quite put her fingers to it!
Unlike the others Pyris shared bonds with, hers was different. Older. Deeper. Something woven beyond the reach of fate or the grasp of destiny. A tether so absolute that no divine decree, no cosmic law, could hope to sever it.