[Supreme World - Lilith Domain.]
Perran materialized instantly in Lilith's grand throne hall, his body appearing as a smoking heap of broken bone and scale, still unconscious.
PIFF!
Lilith suddenly coughed, a violent spasm that forced a stream of black-red blood onto her pristine floor, shocking her five beautiful.
"Mother?" Violet exclaimed, rushing forward in alarm.
"It is nothing," Lilith rasped, her hand wiping the blood from her lips. The taste of failure and the backlash from the Void-jump were bitter. She stared down at the utterly defeated Perran.
"Take him to the deepest recovery chamber—the Obsidian Cradle. He needs his full strength back, and he must not be disturbed. For now, we retreat our hand from the Upper World. Let Lester deal with it."
"But Mother," Agora, her most astute advisor, protested, "Lester has no idea about the coming Heavens. He won't recognize the danger—"
