Here is the continuation with a more emotional and serious scene, keeping the paragraphs more organized and without fragmenting them too much.
Lilith lay on a wide bed in the quietest room of the castle, surrounded by containment seals, healing circles, and layers of energy placed there by everyone who had tried to keep her alive until Vergil's return. The room did not look like an ordinary infirmary. It was closer to a protection chamber, hastily built to prevent any residue of the Abyss from continuing to advance over her. Even so, despite all those defenses, Lilith's presence remained unstable. Her breathing was weak, irregular, and the demonic energy that should normally flow around her with imposing force seemed withdrawn, as if something had forced her soul to hide inside her own body.
