As commotion erupted on the surface, Lillian was currently listening in on quite a commotion of her own. To be exact, the sounds of battle around her as she continued to lie inside the crater she was bashed into.
To the outside, it would seem that Lillian was either dead or completely unconscious—mainly due to the amount of blood that was painted around her.
But... That wasn't the truth.
Rather, it wasn't yet.
As Lillian continued to lie in the dent in the wall, both her mind and eyes flickered between unconsciousness and consciousness. It was truly a miracle she was still in a state of mild thinking after having the back of her head brutally slammed into the wall.
And she had to thank Marionette for increasing her tolerance to inflictions like these...
Currently, what she was experiencing was a severe migraine that she could only describe as a stomachache of the mind. And an awful one at that.
