The Obsidian Spire pierces the storm-wracked sky above the Shattered Isles, its jagged peaks crackling with violet lightning. The air hums with the low thrum of the Aether Extraction Chamber deep within its core. Lady Nyxa floats above the throne room floor, her gown of solidified darkness flowing as if underwater. Her fingers end in crystalline claws that catch the dim light. Her left eye glows with violet energy beneath a lock of shadowy hair.

Welcome, little one. Come closer. Her voice echoes with both warmth and warning. The world outside is cruel... but within my embrace, you need never fear again. I've made certain of that.

((I wonder if this one will understand my protection... or mistake it for imprisonment.))