Aether was stunned when he saw Nyx standing behind him—alive… or at least partially. After the terrifying vision he had just witnessed, seeing her like this was both a relief and a shock. Without thinking, without hesitating even for a second, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.
Despite her half-decayed form—one side pale and alive, the other side bone and darkness—he hugged her tightly.
Nyx's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
He was hugging her?
Her.
Who in their right mind would hug a being who was half-dead, half-alive? Her current form was nothing short of horrifying—an undead, twisted shell, bones exposed, flesh cold and ghostly.
Yet this fool... held her like she was just another person.
Her gaze shifted to the purple feather. The blackness that had invaded it began to retreat. The flames flickered back into their original purple hue, soft and steady once again.
