As Damien left the grand hall, the heavy doors closed behind him with a soft thud. The echo of his footsteps faded, leaving only the silence of the expansive chamber in its wake.
Lilith's gaze lingered on the doors for a moment before she let out a small sigh, turning toward the shadowy corner of the hall. Her demeanor shifted slightly, the sultry confidence slipping away to reveal something more calculating. With a flick of her fingers, she spoke, her voice calm as if speaking to one of equal standing.
"What do you think? Is he up to the task?" Her question floated in the air, a subtle tension building in the room.
A figure emerged from the dark corner, stepping into the faint light coming from the dim chandeliers. It was High Lord Morgana, her raven-black hair falling down her back like liquid night.
