"Now," Lilith said softly and authoritatively. "Show me your loyalty."
Without hesitation, the soldier turned, his sword raised as he faced his former comrades. His movements were precise, deadly, as he slashed at the nearest man, catching him by surprise.
The soldier he attacked barely had time to raise his weapon before the blade pierced his chest, sending him crumpling to the ground.
The other soldiers nearby froze, their faces a mixture of shock and confusion as they watched one of their own turn against them.
Lilith watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smirk, her hand resting on her hip as she observed the man she had bent to her will. "Good boy," she murmured in approval.
The soldier, driven by the enchantment that bound him to her, fought like a savage, cutting down anyone who dared to get close to Lilith. He moved with the desperation of a man whose life depended on it—because, in a way, it did.
