As the heavy doors of the inner sanctum closed behind them, the tension of the grand hall began to fade, replaced by a cold stillness. Lilith moved with her usual grace, her footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors as she led Damien down a long corridor.
His mind raced with the thought of everything he had heard—new ancient races, the golden sphere, and the mission ahead. It all felt overwhelming, like stepping into a storm far beyond his control.
Lilith halted abruptly, and Damien, lost in thought, nearly bumped into her. She turned to him, her expression as unreadable as ever, and gestured toward three figures waiting in the shadows of the hallway. They stepped forward, revealing themselves to be human maids, dressed in dark, simple robes, each with downcast eyes.
