The courtyard shook under the monstrous breathing of the seven towering figures. Their mutated forms loomed like nightmares made flesh—veins bulging, muscles splitting, skin twisted into grotesque shades of black and gray. Their eyes glowed with hunger and rage, yet Lilith stood in the center of the chaos completely unfazed.
Not a shred of fear crossed her face.
Her boot clicked once against the frozen stone as she slowly lifted off the ground, her body rising gracefully into the air. Frost swirled in spirals around her, her golden hair whipping against the force of the unnatural wind she conjured. Her eyes rolled back until the whites took over completely, glowing like ghostly orbs.
The temperature of the compound dropped in an instant.
The breath of the creatures came out in heavy clouds. The stone cracked with sharp snaps as ice began crawling over it. Even the blood on the ground from the slaughter moments ago froze into solid black shards.
Dickson felt it immediately.
