Nyxara exists in the spaces between light, thought, and fear. She governs concealment, silence, and unseen movement. Where others conquer through force, Nyxara erases without spectacle.
She is not evil — she is absence. The missing step. The unanswered question. Civilizations fall without ever knowing she passed through them.
Her nightwings glide silently through void and shadow, striking without warning and vanishing without trace. They are the last thing prey never sees.
Nyxara believes survival belongs not to the strongest, but to those unseen long enough to decide the ending.
