Nyxoria saw herself walking towards a mountain, her legs moving on their own like they knew exactly where to go. She didn't feel tired or in pain, which was odd considering what had happened. But what made her chest tighten with anger was the reminder that Tharros had defeated her. She clenched her fists. She hated the thought of losing, and she wasn't ready to accept defeat, not to him or to anyone else.
As she got to the top of the mountain, she saw someone standing there. As she moved closer, she realized it was a woman facing her, it was as if the woman was expecting her. Her face was hidden behind a black veil, and her long, light brown hair fell all the way to the ground, swaying gently with the wind.
Nyxoria stopped a few feet away, her eyes narrowing.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice firm.
"Who I am is not important but just so you know, I am not your enemy."
Nyxoria raised a brow, crossing her arms. "Really? If you're not my enemy, then why are you hiding your face?"
