Merging Her Soul

Merging Her Soul

Nyxoria could feel warm breath against her skin, gentle at first, then slowly growing hotter. Within seconds, the warmth turned into searing heat, as if burning coals had been poured over her body. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, resisting the urge to open her eyes.

The pain was unbearable and she tried not to scream.

She wanted to open her eyes, to see what was happening to her, but Ora’s voice came, firm and unwavering.

"Don’t open your eyes, Nyxoria. Bear the pain. It will be over soon. If you open them now, everything will be wasted, and we’ll have to start all over again which you won't like."

"It hurts," Nyxoria whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut even tighter as tears streamed down her face.

Ora’s voice remained calm. "What is life without pain? For power, you must endure suffering. Haven’t you learned that by now, Nyxoria?"