"Welcome to the Omni Domain, my Emperor."
This time, the cold, synthesized voice didn't come from a ceiling speaker; it came from the other side of the heavy tungsten train doors.
The magi-doors hissed open with a loud burst of pressurized air, venting a thick cloud of cool white steam onto the platform.
Zen didn't immediately step out.
He stood inside the dark cabin, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his sword, and looked down at the woman waiting for him on the metallic platform.
She looked entirely different from the woman he remembered from five hundred years ago.
Nyx now had a striking, hourglass figure that was impossible to overlook. She was dressed in a tight, sleeveless black top that put her deep cleavage on full display, with a dark, half-cut jacket thrown carelessly over it.
Her long, straight black hair perfectly framed her pale face and striking, glowing purple eyes.
