Meanwhile, on the Other Side – Lilith's Battle
On the other side of the endless white floor, Lilith faced her dragon.
Unlike the one facing Gabriel, this dragon—the emerald copy—was smarter. It had watched its sapphire counterpart fall, had felt the ripple of its death through the dungeon's core, had learned from its sibling's mistake. Or perhaps it had been designed differently, crafted with a more cautious, more cunning mind. Regardless, it did not charge blindly. It did not rely solely on raw power or arrogant pride.
It observed. It calculated. It adapted.
Lilith hovered in the air, her tattered dragon wings beating slowly, her crimson robe billowing around her like a living flame. Her silver hair floated in the still air, and while her crimson eyes gleamed with amusement, she was having fun. She studied the emerald dragon with the detached curiosity of a predator examining a new plaything, nothing more.
