Lilith stared at the reborn horror, her crimson eyes wide with a primal fear she had never known, even in her captivity. The aura of the Devourer-Queen was a physical weight, a promise of extinction that resonated in her very carapace. Her voice, when it came, was a thin, urgent whisper in Adam's mind, stripped of its usual serene grace.
«Adam… we must retreat. Immediately. Victory is not possible here. Not now. Her entire being is now honed against you. The Ophiarachna… it is a death sentence. Our knowledge of her weaknesses is obsolete.»
Adam didn't look away from the advancing monstrosity. His star-lit scales seemed to drink in the feeble light, making him a silhouette of defiance. «If we run, she will chase. She will never stop. We will spend every moment looking over our shoulders, waiting for her to drop from the ceiling. I'm done running from her.»
