"She's a real piece of work." The words are said with utmost fondness and exasperation. Being Lunafreya's bodyguard had not been easy.

The ten shoulders at the name did not go unnoticed. Nyx felt himself tense, recalling Prompto's words as he showed off his photography.

"This... was right before we went to Altissia. Before Lady Lunafreya performed the rite to summon Leviathan...."

Without thinking he took a step forward, a sense of urgency running through him. "What happened?"

The question came out in more of a demanding tone, worry clear as day on Nyx' face.