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Lily stood over Ladon's battered form, her expression unreadable as she watched the rise and fall of his ragged breathing. The moonlight filtered through the broken windows of the abandoned cathedral, casting a pale glow over the scene. Blood pooled beneath him, staining the ancient stone floor, but her gaze remained distant, detached.
She wondered, briefly, why she didn't feel more—why the sight of his suffering didn't stir anything within her. Not anger, not pity, not even satisfaction. There was only a hollow emptiness, as if the part of her that should care had been stripped away. The thought flickered through her mind like a ghost, elusive and weightless, and then it was gone, replaced by a calm, cold clarity.
