Eos did not like the way she was looking at him; there was a sort of unknown perversion in her gaze that even he found to be sickening.
"Who are you?" He asked, and his question was echoed by the silence of Xylos and Vorthas, the last two Ancient Primordials.
Nyxara cocked her head to the side, and she knocked the side of her head repeatedly, "That is the question, isn't it? Who am I? Tell you what, I will answer this question when you complete the purpose for which you were born… I think that is fair, don't you?"
"What purpose is that?" Eos growled.
Nyxara cocked her head to the side as if in puzzlement, "Don't you understand by now? Hmm, have you not wondered why I broke our Agreement, Eos? Why did I give you time to prepare, and I waited?" She gestured at the devastation around them. "Because I wanted to see this. I wanted to see them fall. I wanted to see what you would become when you stopped pretending to be their pawn."
