The glyphs on the walls began shifting, rearranging themselves.
A single name emerged it read
Nyx.
Celeste's breath caught.
" Nyx?" she murmured.
Arianne traced the name with her fingertips. "Nyx isn't a place. It's a being."
Dain frowned. " why has no one ever mentioned this before?"
"Because the gods erased it," Celeste whispered. "And whatever Nyx is… it's still waiting."
The gods feared something powerful enough to be erased from history itself.
And she was going to find it.