Zara looked down at the mark on her finger, eyes narrowing as she noticed a new detail—within the red ring, a faint tattoo shimmered: the image of a slashing sword etched in glowing ink.
"What is this...?" she muttered. Then her lips curled slightly."Well… to be honest, it does look kind of cool."
She turned and walked toward Lilith, expecting her usual calm or teasing smile. But instead—
Lilith's face was cold.
Brows drawn together, silver eyes sharp, arms crossed tightly over her chest—angry.
Zara blinked."Wait… why is she mad? I won, didn't I? Did she… want me to lose?"
Confused, she stepped closer and asked softly, tilting her head,"Lilith, why are you making that angry face?"
Lilith met her eyes, but didn't answer. Instead, she lifted a hand and pointed—directly at Zara's finger.
Zara followed her gaze.
The mark. Again.
"Lilith, you don't like it? But I think it's kinda—"
Her voice trailed off as she saw the flicker of frustration on Lilith's face.
