Lilith's fierce expression softened into one of surprise as she took in the sight of the captured young magus who claimed to be her uncle. The tension in the room was palpable, every eye fixed on the dark salamander as she asked.
"Who are you?!" Lilith demanded, her voice cold and unwavering.
Ronan, unperturbed, responded with a nonchalant smile. "You are Lilith the Dark Salamander, aren't you? It's been 400 years since I last saw you. I am Ronan, a good friend of your father."
Lilith's eyes narrowed, her expression remaining icy. "I don't know you," she retorted. She turned to Emery and asked, "Is he your friend? Should I help him?"
Emery let out a deep sigh, realizing that revealing Ronan's true identity might be their best chance to diffuse the situation. He looked at Lilith and said, "He is the patriarch of the snake bloodline, Ronan Faulen, the Serpent Supreme."
Ronan's face fell into a mock pout. "Ahh… why do you have to spoil the fun?"
