The sun was beginning to set over Kivotos, casting a warm, orange hue over the city as Nyx made her way down a quiet street. The calmness was a stark contrast to the storm brewing in her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that the world was about to change in ways she couldn't comprehend.

Out of nowhere, a group of figures in helmets appeared in front of her, their silhouettes casting ominous shadows. Nyx recognized them instantly: the Helmet Gang. They were notorious for harassing people and demanding valuables. The leader, a burly figure with a deep voice, stepped forward, grinning maliciously beneath her helmet.

"Hey, girl," the leader sneered, "Hand over your valuables. You don't want any trouble."

Nyx narrowed her eyes, her hand instinctively moving to the gun at her side. "I don't have anything for you," she said coldly, her voice betraying no fear.

The leader's grin widened, her teeth sharp and predatory. "I think you're mistaken. You don't get to walk away that easy."

Without another word, the Helmet Gang rushed at Nyx, their movements fast and aggressive. Nyx's instincts kicked in, and in the blink of an eye, she dodged the first attack, effortlessly sidestepping the thug who lunged at her.

With a swift, fluid motion, she delivered a powerful blow to one of the gang members, knocking him unconscious. He crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud.

The rest of the gang hesitated for a moment, but that was all the time Nyx needed. She drew her gun and fired. The shot rang out, and the impact sent one of the gang members flying into a wall, his body slamming into it with incredible force. She didn't get up.

Nyx moved with precision, but something was wrong. She felt a growing sense of unease, like something was pulling at her mind, whispering to her. The sound was faint at first, but it quickly grew louder.

"Annihilation... Annihilation..."

The voice was in her head, echoing over and over again, like a curse that she couldn't escape. Nyx's grip on her gun tightened as the visions began to flood her mind, flashes of destruction, of chaos beyond imagination.

She shook her head, trying to focus, but it was as if the voice had a hold on her. She barely registered the gang members moving in again, and before she knew it, one of them fired a shot that grazed her shoulder. The pain was sharp, but it only seemed to fuel the madness building inside her.

A chilling laugh escaped Nyx's lips, unsettling even her. She felt like she was losing control, like something inside her was awakening—something terrifying. Her eyes flickered with an unnatural glow as she aimed her gun at the nearest gang member.

Before anyone could react, she fired. The impact of the shot was devastating. The explosion that followed obliterated the gang member, her body vaporizing into nothing but a cloud of ash. The force of the blast sent shockwaves rippling through the air, and red lightning crackled around Nyx, arcing violently as if she were some kind of weapon born of destruction itself.

The air around her thickened with the weight of the moment. The remaining members of the Helmet Gang froze, terror in their eyes as they watched the horror unfold before them. The red lightning subsided slowly, but Nyx's gaze remained wild, like a beast caught in the grip of an uncontrollable rage.

After a long, tense silence, the gang leader, who had been watching from a distance, gave a sharp command. "Retreat!"

They ran, leaving their fallen comrade behind. Nyx stood alone in the street, the remnants of her destruction lingering in the air.

Her breath was ragged, and as the adrenaline wore off, the weight of what had just happened crashed down on her. She looked around at the wreckage, her hands trembling.

The body of the gang member she had obliterated had vanished, reduced to a pile of ash. Her stomach churned, the realization hitting her hard. She had killed someone.

Nyx fell to her knees, her heart racing, her breath shallow. Her mind was a blur, the remnants of the destruction swirling in her head. The voice, the visions—it all felt like it wasn't her.

She gripped her head, trying to fight off the overwhelming guilt and confusion. What had she just done? The red lightning, the laughter, it was as if something else had taken control of her.

"Annihilation..." The word echoed again in her mind, haunting her.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to steady her breathing. She had just become a monster. And she didn't know how to stop it.

The streets of Kivotos, once peaceful, felt like they were closing in on her.