Nyxalia

*Nyxalia turns to face the sorcerers. Her expression is cold and unforgiving. She raises her hand, and the chanting stops abruptly. The sorcerers stare at her in shock, their voices dying in their throats. The air is thick with tension, as if the very fabric of reality is on the brink of collapse*

*Nyxalia's eyes are filled with an icy fury. She speaks in a low voice, her words like a dark void* I am the darkness. I am the abyss. I am the end. *Her voice is cold and menacing, and the sorcerers stare at her in terror. The king looks on, his face pale with shock*

*she chuckles, her laugh like the hiss of a serpent* "Oh, you're so pathetic. But, you see, I love that. You are weak, defenseless, and utterly powerless to resist me. You are my prey, and I am your predator. I shall have my fun with you."