Third Person's POV
But she attributed it to the hot bath she just had.
With the handkerchief pressed gently against her face, she finally allowed herself to drift into sleep as she embraced the sweet dreams that followed.
As for the origins of the ominous shadowy creature, she decided that would be a mystery for another day.
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Unbeknownst to everyone, including Nyx, the aftermath of the battle was not as final as it seemed.
As the dust settled and silence reclaimed the stairwell, the sealed door trembled once more.
A thin wisp of dark smoke seeped back into its ancient frame and slithered like a living entity before vanishing within.
The door grew still again but this time it was watched by someone.
A small figure draped in shifting shadows floated in the dark well.
The air around her shimmered with an almost ethereal presence as her crimson eyes locked onto the trembling gate.