The air within the hall seemed to harden as all of Strax's wives turned their gazes to Lilith.
It wasn't just distrust—it was the presence of predators eyeing prey who had dared to breathe the same air as their king.
Lilith instinctively took a step back. The mana chains binding her glowed with a faint light, reacting to the women's growing aura. Even shackled, she felt as if each glance could pierce her.
Scarlet was the first to speak. Her voice, normally playful, was now a whisper, sharp as a blade.
"Strax… who is this woman?"
Tiamat, her dragon eyes shimmering with gold and red, tilted her head. "She seems too fragile to be near you."
Ouroboros moved silently, like a living shadow. "And yet, there's something strange about her. A residue of energy… unpleasant."
Kali crossed her arms, watching Lilith with the analytical gaze of someone who already knew what Strax was going to say. "I bet you have a good explanation for that, don't you, dear?"
