Chapter 158: Nyxara’s Background 2 (Flashback)
Then Mona’s voice rang out again—smooth, deliberate, but now carrying a deeper current. One that tugged at something old and hidden.
"Nyxara is from a species of white tigress that once populated the western region of North America."
Alex blinked in disbelief. North America?. His gaze instinctively flicked to Nyxara, perched silently on his shoulder.
She was still, but he could feel it—the subtle tension in her muscles, the way her claws pressed down ever so slightly, not in aggression, but in alertness.
Her ears twitched, adjusting to the sound of Mona’s voice, like a radio tuning to a frequency she didn’t realize she’d forgotten.
It all commenced with the first surge of mana awakening, a time when the fabric of reality began to unravel.
In this tumultuous era, a group of majestic white tigers emerged, their striking coats shimmering like freshly fallen snow under the dappled sunlight.
These magnificent creatures, likely escapees from a private facility or zoo, slipped away into the untamed wilderness, seeking refuge as the world descended into chaos.
Unlike the multitude of beasts that roamed the earth, these tigers transcended the primal urges that gripped the land.
They held fast to their grace and composure, refusing to succumb to the instinctual pull of violence and savagery that enveloped their counterparts. With a quiet determination, they navigated the shifting shadows of their surroundings, retaining a sense of purpose that set them apart from the turmoil swirling around them.
In a world teetering on the brink of madness, these white tigers stood resolute, embodying an enigmatic strength that would eventually define their legacy.