Embarrassed 2

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Nyxara didn't know how much time had passed.

She was weightless, drifting in an endless abyss. Her consciousness flickered in and out, but she was aware of something pressing against her mind.

It was not an entity.

It was not a presence.

It was something fundamentally foreign—a corruption that was neither alive nor dead, neither intelligent nor mindless.

It slithered into her thoughts, coiling around them like a serpent. It whispered things she did not understand, in a language that was both familiar and alien at the same time.

At first, it was distant. A quiet hum.

But then, it became her own voice.

"This power… this strength… it could be yours."

"They do not understand. They limit you. Why do you hold yourself back?"

"You are meant for more."

The whispers wove into her consciousness, subtle and insidious, not forcing her to act—merely suggesting.

It did not demand.

It did not control.

It simply… waited.

And then—Nyxara woke up.

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When she regained consciousness, she found herself standing at the same spot within the incomplete realm. The distorted pathway was now gone, completely sealed by the multiverse's will.

But the realm itself had changed.

It was stable now. It had solidified, no longer flickering between existence and nothingness.

Nyxara staggered slightly, pressing a hand to her forehead.

"What… happened?"

She scanned her surroundings, searching for an explanation. But nothing seemed different.

Nothing—except herself.

It started subtly.

At first, she dismissed it as fatigue.

But in the following days, she noticed small changes—shifts in her thoughts, emotions that seemed off, reactions that felt slightly unnatural.

It was so subtle that she almost convinced herself it was nothing.

Until the first time she stood before Eterna and felt an urge—an intrusive thought she had never experienced before.

A whisper.

"She is in your way."

Nyxara froze in horror.

The very idea—the mere thought of wanting to harm her sister—was something so fundamentally wrong that it made her blood run cold.

She tried to shake it off, to dismiss it as frustration. But deep down, she knew.

Something had changed within her.

And it was only getting worse.

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Descent into Darkness

The corruption did not control her.

It did not force her to act.

Instead, it amplified what was already there—her emotions, her desires, her doubts.

She became more territorial, more possessive over her power. When disputes arose between gods, she found herself more aggressive, more willing to resort to force rather than reason.

It was not an immediate fall.

It was gradual.

At first, she fought against it.

But then, she realized something horrifying—the corruption was also making her stronger.

Her power increased, her control over her domain sharpened. And the more she used it, the more natural it felt.

The temptation was subtle but constant.

"Why do you resist? Look at what you have become. This is your true self."

The whispers were no longer foreign. They were her.

And then came the breaking point.

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The day she and Eterna clashed over a dispute over a dominion rights for a newly formed realm was the day she truly understood how far she had fallen.

Their argument was not unusual. But for the first time, Nyxara felt a genuine desire to eliminate her sister.

Not in anger.

Not in hatred.

Just… because it was the logical thing to do.

She had the power.

Eterna was standing in her way.

Eliminating her was simply efficient.

She clenched her fists, staring at her sister. Her mind was already constructing multiple methods—ways to erase Eterna from existence without leaving any trace.

And the worst part?

It felt right.

But something in her broke at that moment.

A small, fragile piece of her former self screamed in horror.

"What am I thinking…? This is my sister!"

Terrified, she turned and fled.

She isolated herself, cutting off all contact with the gods, hoping that by staying away, she could suppress whatever was happening to her.

But the corruption only grew stronger.

It fed on her isolation, on her silence. And the longer she stayed away, the more she lost control.

Until one day, she completely lost herself.

The Nyxara that once was—vanished.

Only the corruption remained.

And then…

She saw Eterna again.

But in front of her, eterna was in defeated state and she enjoying the thought of it—no, she's waiting to torture her—.

But instead, she felt… fear.

Not her own.

But the corruption's.

Because at that moment, something else had entered the battlefield.

Something greater than the gods.

Something that made the corruption tremble.

She turned—

And he was there.

A presence that eclipsed everything. A force beyond gods and realms.

And then, she heard his voice.

"Don't you think you've lived for too long?"

Her entire being shattered at that moment.

And then, she was erased.

Nyxara had expected oblivion.

Instead, she woke up in a darkness so deep that even if an entire multiverse was set ablaze, it would not create even the smallest flicker of light.

And then—

She saw her own body reforming.

Piece by piece.

She watched it happen in third-person, as if she were merely a spectator to her own existence.

And for the first time in countless eons…

She was herself again.

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Nyxara gasped, pulling away from Eterna as the memory faded. A strange mix of exhaustion and relief coursed through her, but what stood out the most was the undeniable warmth in her chest—the warmth of having finally shared her burden.

She blinked a few times, adjusting to reality once more. Then, her gaze shifted to Eterna, whose expression was a mess of emotions—shock, sadness, guilt, and something Nyxara couldn't quite place.

A silence hung between them, but it wasn't the awkward, suffocating silence from earlier. It was heavier. It carried understanding.

Then, Nyxara took a deep breath and sighed.

"...I saw everything, you know."

Eterna looked up, confused. "Everything?"

A teasing smirk formed on Nyxara's lips as she tilted her head. "Yes, everything. Not just my own memories—yours as well."

Eterna's eyes widened slightly as realization struck, but before she could react, Nyxara continued.

"I saw how you cried when you thought I was truly gone." Her voice softened, teasing yet touched. "How you hugged our master like some lost little kitten."

Eterna's face instantly flushed red. "W-Wait! You saw—"

Nyxara's smirk grew. "Mhm. I saw how you clung to him like your life depended on it. How you buried your face in his chest, completely forgetting how you usually act all high and mighty." She crossed her arms, pretending to think. "Haa… never thought I'd see the day my proud sister turned into a crybaby."

Eterna's entire body stiffened, her mouth opening and closing like a fish struggling to breathe. "T-That was just because— I mean— I wasn't—"

Nyxara giggled. "No need to explain~ I understand completely. You want our master that much, huh?"

Eterna's blush deepened. "I —I was just emotional!" she spluttered, trying to salvage whatever dignity she had left.

But Nyxara wasn't done. She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Oh? And what about when you hugged him after he wiped your tears away?"

Eterna's breath hitched. "Y-You—!"

Nyxara grinned, enjoying the rare sight of her sister being this flustered. "And let's not forget how you hesitated to let go, when I called you. You even—"

"—THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Eterna suddenly grabbed Nyxara's shoulders, shaking her slightly as her entire face turned crimson. "Why are you bringing this up?! That was—It wasn't—I didn't—!"

Nyxara burst into laughter, finally unable to hold back. "Pfft—! Hahaha! Oh, Sis, your expression right now is golden!"

Eterna gritted her teeth, steam practically coming out of her ears. "You—!"

Nyxara took a step back, still grinning mischievously. "Oh, don't worry~ I won't tell Master that you looked at him like a helpless little—"

"—DON'T YOU DARE!"

Seeing Eterna this desperate only made Nyxara laugh harder.

But then, suddenly—

They both froze.

A presence was watching them.

Slowly, almost mechanically, both sisters turned their heads toward the entrance—

Only to see Zar.

Standing there.

Watching them.

With an amused expression.

For a second, time seemed to stop.

Then—

Like a dam breaking, both of them turned completely red in embarrassment.

Nyxara's mischievous smirk vanished instantly, replaced by a funny but shy look.

Eterna, already red from earlier, somehow managed to become even redder.

And then—

Zar laughed.

"You two…" he chuckled, shaking his head, "…really are something else."