Ethereal shifts

As she walked through the passageways, Nimue’s amethyst eyes were glinting with a mix of ambition and greed. The underground world was dark, mysterious, and ominous- but the treasures it may hold within, the stories it may tell, the truths it may uncover- Nimue couldn’t pull away. She continued her pursuit, despite the palpable sense of dread that hung in the air. This place was dangerous, no doubt.

Amid her patrol, Nimue realizes she is no longer alone. Her canine companion alerts her with a low growl. Another wolf is closing in. Stopping, Nimue gravitates to the cavern wall, fading into the shadows, and watching the darkness with an unwavering eye. She’s searching for flickers of movement, while testing the scents in the air.

Among the scent of damp earth and freshly turned soil, is the smell of Elysium. A scoff escapes her maw, her lips curling into a twisted, annoyed smirk. Has one of Chimera’s brood come looking for her?

"Nimue Vasanti"