So she does not know. Tetramis lowered her guard cautiously, allowing the air around them to warm up. She sensed, although it was impossible to see it on Nite's face, that she was ticked off by something she said. Her black dress swished slightly as she kneeled on a single knee, attempting to see what was ailing the girl. Unfortunately, it was a  small caterpillary being severed, and the only way to lessen whatever pain she is in, is to freeze her.<br/><br/>Tetramis sighed, it would appear very much that she was misunderstood, "It appears that you have not fully understood my words. The Nightmare Empire is an underground world, below our feet. I do not know where it actually is but, the Nightmare Empire does not consist of Nightmares despite its name. It consists of undead, legions of malformed mortals who have returned from the depths of hell. Their goal is unknown, but I have for a very long time considered it to be 'consume all the living.'"<br/><br/>She rose to her feet, as footsteps approached them, once again, the temperature dropped, and she turned to face the potential threat. Only to retreat in slight caution as a man, stumbled in a drunk's fashion towards her.<br/><br/>Tetramis said softly to Nite, "The word would be 'rebel'." In a failed attempt to liven up the situation, she spoke to the man, "Prince slave? Now that one I have yet to hear of. But now, language aside, I will need to know what type of contract is it? Is it a demon contract, the one where your other partner shares a similar symbol on your body? Or is it a spiritual contract in which you are compelled to aid the other partner?" She drew her sword, both her hands draining heat from the air at a speed in which water vapour could be seen like white mist flowing from her black gloves.