The admission hit the group like a physical blow.
"No way..." Fara whispered. "You're pulling our legs, Nyx."
"You have to be exaggerating." Another stammered. "There isn't a force in this world that could actually upset you."
Ivy shook her head violently. "I call absolute bullshit. Nice try."
Even Alia, who prided herself on being the anchor of logic within their friend group, found the claim impossible to swallow.
They all knew exactly how desensitized Nyx was.
When she had executed that human weeks prior, detonating his physical form into a grotesque spray of crimson rain and flying viscera, she hadn't flinched.
She had stood in the center of the carnage, drenched in blood, laughing with pure, euphoric excitement.
For a woman like that to claim a scene was too intense for her to witness defied all rational belief.
"I am entirely serious." Nyx stated, her voice deadpan and devoid of humor.
