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At this moment, inside a dimly lit room with shattered windows and gaping holes in the rotting walls, silence ruled like a tyrant.
The flickering glow of a lone torch barely illuminated the space, casting jagged shadows that twisted like sinister figures along the decayed wood.
Gravelkin and the other seven Demons stood rigid against the wall, their bodies currently tense, their gazes locked onto Lilith and the black-robed figure across from her.
The atmosphere itself crackled with tension, heavy with unspoken words that felt like an iron chain weighing down.
On the other, Lilith, who was usually respectful, playful, and mischievous around Xylen, stood before the group of eight like a monarch.
Her posture was regal, her gaze cold enough to freeze bone, and she exuded authority, her presence suffocating, as if challenging anyone to defy her.