The blood dripping before her eyes wasn't coming from the outside world.
It was within. Inside a vision that was swallowing her whole.
Her sight was blurring. Fading at the edges. As if something deep within her skull was pulling her consciousness into a place she wasn't meant to go.
But in return, she was getting stronger.
And the others could feel it. The ambient mana around them thickened to a suffocating density. Every breath became heavier.
Every attempt to absorb energy from the surroundings met resistance, as if the air itself now belonged to her.
Lilith's face screamed of anger. Absolute, unfiltered rage. Not at the enemies surrounding her. Not at the pain tearing through her body.
At herself.
At how weak she had been. Not in strength. In mentality.
Her eyes shifted to Seris. Still on the ground. Still twitching. Refusing to surrender even as the teleportation runes flickered around her broken body.
Lilith hissed.
