Blackfeather Woods Test my reality, check if there's a weak spot

Potema sifted through the bones, turning her mind towards the magical realm rather than the reality that oppressed her daily. She wished that Nyx would simply drop the conversation and get the hint — she did not want to speak about this. But another question came, and Potema was forced to turn her gaze towards the Dark Master once more. I don't want them, The words came unbiddened, hissed like a curse. Her eye flashed with a brief spark, nearly igniting a fire of rage that might have slipped into a rant had she not controlled herself. She bit her lip, grabbed a few random bones and muttered — I have to go, — before turning and leaving abruptly.