Emergence of The Nyxander' primodial trait

Nyxander and Beorn stepped into the North Lord Hall, their steps slow yet deliberate. The grandeur of the chamber was not lost on them as their eyes scanned the room, pausing briefly on their colleagues before settling on Lumina. She stood against the wall, her back resting against it like an immovable sentinel. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, and one leg was casually propped against the surface, exuding a demeanor of quiet authority.

"Don't tell me you forgot how important today is," Lumina said, her voice icy and sharp. Her cold gaze shifted toward Nyxander, slicing through him like a blade. A chill ran down his spine, his composure faltering for a brief moment.

"Ha, haha. Not really," Nyxander replied, a nervous chuckle escaping as his gaze darted away, seeking refuge from her piercing stare.