"What a broken mind isn't capable of..."
Walking between the burning buildings of her own village, Nyaeli stepped past the bleeding corpses of her people and turned her golden eyes to the sole survivor, the man she had intentionally left alive to witness the destruction of all he loved. He had been there a few days ago, watching as her parents were taken from her. Because that's what the pacifistic Aruzans always did — they just watched, and so she made him watch again.
"Even the most peaceful people can be turned into monsters."
With his own eyes, he had seen and felt the way Nyaeli had reached out to the people of this village, and through her corrupted Attani, she had splintered their minds and taken control over their destinies. She had corrupted their hearts with fear and bloodlust, turning them against each other so even those who abhorred violence the most began brutally killing each other. Nyaeli herself never even lifted a finger, nor reached for any kind of weapon. No, she was the master of puppets and none were able to withstand her mental torture.
"Subject monsters to fear, and they will destroy everything."
Slowly, Nyaeli approached the survivor who sat beside the body of his partner, and she looked into his fear-ridden eyes. But there was no remorse in her golden gaze, and his cries for help and mercy were left unanswered as he was lifted off the ground by his throat. A few inches of the floor, she rotated him around so that one more time, he could watch — one last time, he was allowed to see what she had done. But like his partner and the villagers whose blood stained the earth, he too would finally find peace in death.
"How much will you endure?"
