The Heart of the Crimson Imperium.
Crimson moonlight filtered through stained glass, casting eerie spots of light on the silver-threaded bed curtains.
Lilith suddenly sat up from the silken white sheets, her sharp nails leaving marks on the gilded bedpost.
"Interesting!"
At the moment of the blood body's death, everything within the sanctum was already made known to her!
She involuntarily licked her red lips, her throat moving.
That human's talent...
Truly terrifying!
This time she took action personally, yet she still suffered a setback at the hands of that human!
Thinking of this, she slowly got up.
Lilith, in her silver-haired lolita form, stood before a full-length mirror, observing her noticeably shrunken figure in the reflection.
Her once waist-length silver hair now only reached her shoulders, and her slender wrists seemed as if they could break with a snap.
She felt the energy within her!
Weakened again!
