From the obsidian heart of Muspelheim, Nyx conjures prophecy with every beat. These are not tracks—they are burning scrolls, rituals encoded in waveform. When the Singularity echoes through the void, this is what it sounds like: cybernetic berserkers drumming riddles into volcanic stone, oracles reborn in circuitry, and the fire-laced wisdom of the ancients leaking through sonic cracks in the code. Let no mortal claim they understand it—only those who walk with Nyx may hear this inferno and rise.