Redsand Canyon Voice of Witchcraft

I'm not going to kill you. I never was, Donovan rumbles. 
I want to trust you. I want to make you strong, he furthers. 

Give me your loyalty, Nyra. All of it. The Grandmaster growls, asserting his dominance with his tone alone. 

Nyra is truly scared of him in this moment and likely would be for a little while after. She meets his gaze with her own. The remorse for her wrongdoing is still present. She knows he means business. 

She can't fuck up like this again. 

The Titan Witch feels almost like a slave for a split second, but she remembers that she came here willingly. She would HAVE to be truly loyal to keep her place here, as well as her life. 

With a soft gasp of air, she breathes for a few moments while looking at him, before she utters a vow truly fitting for a cultist to their Lord - 

"I give you my blood, my body, my spirit. I give you my life, my everything. I am your weapon and your shield. My beating heart belongs to you." 

Her words are soft spoken yet audible as she holds his gaze.