Nyx navigated the N109 zone vigilantly with tenacity. Scrounging every nook and crany for any wanderers, any threat. It's the only thing she could do since she was treated like a threat by UNICORNS. She found out about their experiment on certain hunters and pressured them about it. Needless to say, they didn't take it very kindly. They thought she was trying to get information for the enemy. What enemy? Besides Onychinus, nothing ele could be much of a threat to them could it?

So she now lives in an abandoned building in the N109 Zone, defeating wanders and enemies on the daily. Scavenging each building for food, and anything else she desperately needed. It was like that everyday, every night.

Oh boy the nights, don't get her started.

It was one thing she so hated about the zone. Any enemy possible was most active at night and honestly irritated her more than anything she dealt with before.

She struts the deadly night as if she was born there. Her black tall heel boots pass eachother as she puts one foot in front of the other. Her distinctive and alluring appearance stood out the most. She wore a black, form-fitting dress with a high collar and puffed sleeves, giving her a sophisticated yet practical look. The dress featured a skirt that extends into a split, allowing for ease of movement. Her outfit is complemented by thigh-high black stockings and knee-high boots, which add to her combat-ready appearance. She also wore a pair of black gloves and a blindfold that covers her eyes, enhancing her mysterious and stoic demeanor. The blindfold didn't block her vision, it was thin enough to see through. So why did she wear it? It went with her appearance.

In the heart of the shadowy streets, where twisted polelights seemed to whisper secrets of the old world, Nyx, a past renowned swordswoman from the Hunters Association, readied herself for a battle. Sounds much like the ones wanderers made, were heard around the street. In an ally way. She speedwalks to the sounds.

Her sword, forged from ancient steel and glowing with a faint blue light, was an extension of her will. With each step, her leather heel boots crunched on the fallen leaves, announcing her presence to the lurking dangers.

The night was alive with the ominous growls and rustlings of the monsters that prowled the darkness. Nyx's keen eyes, trained to pierce through the blackest night, spotted the first of her foes emerging from the darkness of the alleyway. It was a hulking beast with scales like iron and eyes burning with malevolent fire. Its roar shattered the silence, and with a battle cry, Nyx leaped forward.

Her sharpened blade infused with her evol, glowed a blue hue as bright as it could. The water flowing as fast as it could, making the edges of the blade more sharper and deadly than before. The blade danced through the air with a fluid grace, cutting through the monster's defenses as if they were mere parchment. The beast's attempts to strike back were met with swift and decisive parries. Nyx's movements were a deadly ballet of precision and power, her focus unbroken even as the monster's massive claws swiped dangerously close.

As the creature staggered from a well-placed strike, another threat appeared-a swarm of grotesque, writhing creatures with gaping maws and spindly limbs. Nyx adapted quickly, spinning into a whirlwind of steel, her sword flashing as she cut through the swarm with practiced ease. Each motion was executed with a deadly calm, her breath steady and her resolve unshakable.

With a final, decisive strike, Nyx cleaved through the last of the monsters, their forms dissolving into shadow and mist. The alleyway grew silent once more, save for the distant chirps of crickets. Nyx stood victorious, her blade slick with the remnants of her foes, her heart steady as she surveyed the battlefield.

She quickly cleaned off the remnants off the blade with her evol. As her hand hovered above the blade, she began at the handlebar then made her way to the edge of blade. Water whisking away the blood that lingered behind.

But as she did this, she didn't hear the wanderer behind her. It stalks her and finally leaped. It pounced her back.

This wanderer sneaked up on her, without her knowing. She should of know the zone wasn't that forgiving. Her sword flew from her hand as it threw her against a wall. She grunted as she felt the impact, her breath skipping, making her loose her concentration.

She quickly gained her concentration back but wasn't quick enough. The wanderer has hit her again with full force making he get thrown against the wall again. This time she felt the force in her abdomen, making her finally loose vision. The chance of her effectively using her evol was decreasing from each conscious puncture the wanderer gave her.

Am I really going out like this?

This was such a dumb way to go on her part. She was trained to the fullest yet couldn't detect a wanderer behind her. Her mouth filled with blood and her abdomen was penetrated multiple times relentlessly.

Her vision began to be faint, and her resistance against the wanderer seized until it screeched out in pain. She faintly looked up, seeing it being surrounded by a red mystic hue, and just like that it exploded and disappeared.

She leaned up against the wall and looked around to see where the abrupt power came from. When she finally looked up she saw a figure up on the tall building, looking down on her. The only thing she could make out was the red singular glow from it and a crow flying to the figure.

She couldn't bare her pain anymore until she let her head hang and her eyes close shut.