The chamber of the Crimson Tower was still recovering from the previous battle, with remnants of the Holy Dragon's presence lingering in the air. Alicia, the rightful owner of the tower, had witnessed Daimon and Lilith's incredible strength but remained undeterred. She clapped her hands, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Well done, Daimon and Lilith," Alicia purred, her voice dripping with feigned praise. "But you're not strong enough to challenge a celestial."
Daimon and Lilith exchanged glances, unfazed by Alicia's taunts. They had faced countless adversaries and were unaccustomed to underestimating their opponents. With a defiant shout, Daimon challenged, "Alicia, you're next!"
But before they could react, Alicia demonstrated her celestial prowess. In a flash of light, she teleported beside Lilith, her form illuminated by a radiant lance of light. With a swift and precise motion, she thrust the lance into Lilith's chest.
