Lilith, the woman with the white hair and ruby eyes, stepped into the eighth floor. The graveyard, a vast expanse of tombstones shrouded in mist, seemed to hold no power over her. The eerie atmosphere that had chilled Noah to the bone had no effect on her.
Her eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the surroundings. The fallen skeletons, the shattered tombstones, the lingering aura of darkness—none of it perturbed her. Lilith was a woman of steel, someone who had faced countless horrors. This was just another battlefield.
The graveyard erupted in a frenzy of activity as countless skeletons rose from the ground. Their bony hands clutched at their weapons, their eyes burning with an unnatural intensity. The once silent expanse was now a cacophony of noise, a chilling symphony of death.
