The sixth floor trembled once more.
Shards of mana floated through the dim air like drifting embers — traces left behind by Noah's earlier rampage. The once serene forest was now scarred with craters, broken trees, and lingering energy currents that shimmered faintly in hues of violet and black.
And then, from the rift at the center of the clearing, a new presence emerged.
A ripple of silver light distorted the air. Space folded inward — a silent compression — and in that instant, Lilith stepped through.
She was elegance incarnate amidst destruction.
Her silver hair was tied into a high ponytail that swayed with each step. The faint glow of her crimson eyes reflected the moonlight, sharp and unwavering. She wore a tight combat outfit of black and silver armor, light enough for speed, yet reinforced with magical threads that glimmered faintly with runic patterns.
Her expression was emotionless, but the faint shift in her gaze spoke volumes — she could sense him.
