Chapter 55: Nyx was the one dying
Nyx
Ivy body just lay there.
Lifeless.
Completely still in a way that felt unnatural, wrong, and profoundly final.
And for a long, stretched-out moment that felt far longer than it possibly could have been, none of us moved. No one spoke. No one even breathed properly. The entire clearing seemed to hold its collective breath alongside us, the air growing thick and heavy with disbelief.
We just… stood there.
Staring.
Like our bodies had suddenly forgotten how to function. Like the primal part of us that understood survival had gone strangely quiet, stunned into temporary paralysis by the sheer speed and quiet brutality of what had just happened.
Maybe it was shock.
Maybe it was fear sinking its claws deep into our bones.
Or maybe....
