Everything had gone dark. It was much harder to see the ground below your feet than it was to see in front of you. The night continued to encroach, the fear of such a thing caused your blood to run cold. Then, to see that the Darkness had been given form would scare even the bravest of Gods, let alone mortals.

Outstretching herself in the dress of inky-blackness of the Night was Nox. And though her headdress covered her eyes, that did nothing to stop her gaze from falling upon you.