Daimon and Lilith had returned to their shared quarters in the Crimson Tower after the dramatic encounter with Galanor. The room was dimly lit, the crimson hues casting a mysterious ambiance over their surroundings. Daimon reclined in a chair, his expression relaxed despite the recent events, while Lilith stood nearby, her crimson eyes fixed on him.
"Why, Daimon?" Lilith's voice held a note of curiosity as she questioned him. "Why did you provoke someone like Galanor?"
Lilith's demeanor was notably calm, her features displaying an air of understanding rather than concern. She had observed Daimon's actions and was aware of the strategy behind his audacious provocation.
Daimon chuckled, his crimson eyes glinting mischievously as he leaned back in his chair. "Why, indeed," he mused, enjoying the intrigue of the moment. "It's pretty simple, Lilith. I provoked him to provoke a response."
