Sweat beaded faintly on her brow, invisible in the void but felt in the subtle shift of her stance.
"Lilith."
The very mention of her name by that being was enough to send shivers down her spine.
The voice resonated deep and commanding, echoing through the sealed space like thunder rolling across endless night.
It carried the weight of centuries, of unchallenged dominion, making the air vibrate with latent power.
"Dracula. It's good to see you well," Lilith forced out, a fake smile plastering itself across her face.
Her lips curved, but her eyes betrayed the facade, wide with unease, the crimson depths flickering like disturbed flames.
Aaron watched the look on Lilith's face with a satisfied grin spreading slowly across his own.
He had to admit, it was deeply satisfying to have such a powerful backing.
The thrill of turning the tables coursed through him, a warm surge of confidence amid the cold void.
