Meanwhile, at the Loom of Fate…
The ancient chamber was quiet, illuminated only by the soft glow of the still-open portal. The swirling silver threads of the gateway pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat that had been waiting far too long.
Lilith stood near the edge of the portal, her long silver-white hair flowing gently despite the lack of wind. Her elegant black dress was slightly wrinkled from how long she had been standing there. Her crimson eyes stared into the abyss beyond the portal, unblinking.
It had been hours.
She clenched her fists, her sharp nails digging into her palms.
"…I've waited long enough," she muttered under her breath. Her voice was calm, but there was a dangerous edge to it. "Adam might be in danger. I'm going after him."
She took a step forward.
A hand gently but firmly grabbed her wrist.
"Lilith, stop."
Isolde stood beside her, her crimson eyes calm but serious. The pure-blooded vampire's expression was composed, but there was clear concern in her gaze.
