Lilith spoke clearly, explaining that she was incapable of creating highly conscious beings.
"I've spent thousands of years trying to make creatures on par with humans," she sighed softly, revealing the limit even a milky mommy must face, "but they always end up as mindless monsters."
"I can't create souls," she added.
Her words grew heavier as she elaborated—souls from Earth were all bound to a recurring cycle, reincarnated each time Earth fell.
"And now... that cycle will never repeat. The contract means nothing anymore," she said.
Domina frowned slightly.
"Then what about Ruby?"
She pressed further.
How could Ruby exist like this after what Lilith did to her?
How could she take that form after being infused with something akin to dark matter?
Lilith calmly responded.
"I didn't create Ruby. I only refined her form—by giving her my black blood, saturated with mana."
"What? So..." Domina's mouth opened slightly in disbelief.
Lilith nodded.
