Let's Train Heroine

Nyx stood in the center of her grand, candle-lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of incense and something far darker. The flames from the candles flickered, casting long shadows across the white fabric of her dress, which covered her body from neck to ankle. Her black skin shimmered faintly, illuminated in the low light. She was a vision of beauty.

Suddenly, the room grew colder, the flames around her dimming for a moment, as if something had shifted in the very fabric of existence. Nyx tilted her head, feeling the disturbance.

"Z'thraag…" she murmured.

It was gone—the demon she had sent to destroy the Moon Light Country had been obliterated, wiped out entirely from existence. Nyx didn't flinch. She had expected this. Z'thraag, for all his brutish strength and corrosive power, was not strong. He was meant to be a distraction but it got erased before she began her plan.

"Not that strong after all," she said, a soft smile curving on her lips. She turned her head slightly to glance at the figure standing in the corner of the room.

The Elemental—a being of raw, untamed power—stood silently beside her, his body made of crackling energy. He was one of the few beings she respected, a powerful force capable of bending the elements to his will. Yet even he knew better than to question Nyx's decisions. He was bound to her, after all.

"Come," she said, her voice filled with command. "We're going to the Spirit World."

The Elemental remained silent but nodded in acknowledgment. As powerful as Nyx was, she had always been drawn to the Spirit World, where the energies flowed differently, more freely. And now, she had felt something there—something familiar, ancient, something she needed to see for herself.

But entering the Spirit World wasn't as simple as stepping through a door. Nyx knew that the boundary between the human realm and the Spirit World was a fragile one, guarded by powerful forces. Only the strongest entities could break through the veil, and even then, the process required more than just power.

Nyx walked toward a large mirror that stood against the far wall. It wasn't an ordinary mirror—it was an ancient artifact, its frame carved with runes that shimmered faintly in the dim light. This mirror served as a gateway, a conduit between worlds, but it needed the right kind of energy to function.

Nyx reached out, her fingers brushing the surface of the glass, which rippled like water under her touch.

"I require a key," she said softly, her gaze fixed on the mirror. She turned to the Elemental, who watched her intently.

"The spirits will resist you," the Elemental finally spoke, his voice like the rumbling of thunder. "They will not allow you to enter freely."

Nyx chuckled, "They won't have a choice."

She moved her hands in a delicate motion, weaving a spell in the air. Dark, swirling energy gathered around her, coiling and twisting like living shadows. With a sharp motion, Nyx cut her palm with a blade that seemed to appear out of nowhere, and blood—dark, almost black—dripped onto the mirror.

The runes along the frame flared to life, glowing with an otherworldly light as the blood seeped into them. The surface of the mirror rippled more violently, and the room filled with a low hum of power. The boundary between the worlds was beginning to weaken.

Nyx closed her eyes and whispered an incantation, her words barely audible, but filled with an ancient, malevolent force. The Elemental stepped closer, his energy swirling around her, amplifying the spell. Together, their power was overwhelming, too much for the barrier to hold.

With a final word, Nyx pressed her palm flat against the mirror, and the glass shattered—not into shards, but into a swirling vortex of dark energy. A portal to the Spirit World. Nyx stepped forward, unflinching as the shadows wrapped around her, pulling her into the void.

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The Spirit World was unlike anything in the human realm. Nyx emerged into a landscape that was both beautiful and terrifying. The sky was a deep, shifting purple, swirling with ethereal clouds that moved as if they were alive. The ground beneath her feet was soft, covered in glowing grass that seemed to hum with energy.

Trees stretched up toward the sky, their branches twisted and gnarled, but their leaves shimmered with colors that didn't exist in the mortal realm—iridescent shades of blue, green, and gold.

The air itself was thick with power. Every breath Nyx took was filled with the raw energy of the spirits that inhabited this place. She could feel their presence all around her—whispering, watching, but none dared approach her.

For a moment, Nyx stood still, her eyes closed as she absorbed the energy of the Spirit World. It was intoxicating. This place was pure, untamed power, and it would be hers. But as beautiful as it was, the spirits who lived here could sense what she was. They could feel the evil that emanated from her very core.

Nyx opened her eyes, her white irises glowing as she scanned the horizon. "I know you're watching me," she said, her voice low, filled with menace.

The spirits did not answer, but she could feel their fear. They were ancient beings, but even they trembled before her.

The first spirit to dare approach her was a creature of light, its form shifting and ethereal, like a wisp of smoke caught in a beam of sunlight. It floated toward her, its energy pure and radiant, its intentions peaceful.

Nyx smiled, a cold, cruel smile. "You poor thing," she whispered, raising a hand.

The spirit recoiled, but it was too late. Nyx closed her fist, and the spirit screamed—a sound that echoed across the entire realm—as it was crushed into nothingness by her power.

The other spirits felt it—the death of one of their own. They began to flee, vanishing into the shadows of the Spirit World, but Nyx's smile only widened.

"Run if you want," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "You can't hide from me."

She moved forward, her white dress trailing behind her as she walked through the glowing landscape, her black skin standing in stark contrast to the vibrant colors around her. The Elemental followed silently, a looming presence of crackling energy at her side.

As Nyx moved deeper into the Spirit World, the ground beneath her began to wither, the grass turning black and shriveling away. The trees, once vibrant and alive, began to decay as she passed, their leaves falling in ashes. The spirits that tried to hide in the trees screamed as they were consumed by her presence, their once eternal forms dissolving into nothingness.

The Spirit World was not meant to hold someone like her. Nyx was an anomaly, an entity of pure evil in a place that was meant for balance and harmony. But she didn't care. She reveled in the destruction she caused, in the fear she spread.

As she walked, she felt it again—that familiar energy that had drawn her here in the first place. It was closer now, stronger. Nyx's smile faded into something more dangerous, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the source.

"Let's see what you're hiding from me," she whispered, her voice a low growl.

The Elemental crackled beside her, its energy sparking in anticipation.