Nyx nodded slowly, her small hands clasped in front of her. "That is correct. I am Tentamono by classification, but Nyx by name."
Benjamin stood there, in the middle of the torn meadow, with the evening wind cooling his bloodied skin and the weight of truth settling over him.
She stood there for a long moment, her small face scrunched up in concentration, her yellow eyes darting between Benjamin and her mother as she worked through his confusion in her mind.
Her dark tentacles had fully retracted into her body now, leaving her looking like nothing more than an unusual child in a strange outfit, rather than the deadly assassin who had just tried to murder Benjamin with extreme prejudice.
She tilted her head to one side, then the other, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper until finally, with a soft sound of realization, she spoke.
