Zero stood in the silence that followed the Devil King's last breath, his hand resting on Lilith's trembling shoulder. The air inside the cell was unbearably heavy, not only from the staleness of abandonment but from the weight of the moment itself—the end of a life that had once commanded over the devil's kingdom, the shattering grief of a daughter who had been forced to grow up without a mother and now had her father ripped away just as she had found him again.
He said nothing. Words felt meaningless here. But silence did not mean emptiness. His mind, sharp and restless even in battle, now churned with thoughts that he could not ignore.
