The ground trembled.
First, like a whisper beneath the earth—an almost imperceptible vibration. Then, like a roar that tore through the air.
Hell was reacting to the fury of its Queen.
Kael looked up, feeling the heat around him intensify until the air became a scorching wall. The suspended mountains began to crumble, the chains holding the abysses snapped, releasing torrents of living magma that snaked like colossal serpents across the horizon.
Lilith, now entirely consumed by hatred, hovered above the ground. Her wings spread—black, colossal—blocking part of the infernal light coming from the burning sky. Flames detached from her hands, distorted, alive, screaming.
"You want a fight, mortal? Then come and receive what you asked for."
Kael took a step back, breathless, but his gaze remained firm. The shadow of Umbra still rippled around him like a living cloak, pulsing in sync with his heartbeat.
