The night air hung heavy with an eerie silence, the moonlight filtering through the twisted branches of the dark forest.
Lilith Noctis Bloodrose stood, her back straight, the shadows of the island's foliage casting long, menacing shapes around her. Her crimson eyes, cold and sharp, glinted with irritation as she surveyed the scene before her.
She leaned forward, gaze sharp as a predator denied its kill. The candidates she had been toying with—were now eliminated, eliminated by transparent ice spears. But that wasn't what made her mood sour.
Her lips curled in annoyance. Someone had stolen her kill.
Lilith's gaze flicked toward the source of the interference. She did not need to search for long before she saw her.
From the trees stepped a lone figure, graceful and radiating elegance Seraphina Starlight, her blue hair cascading over her shoulder, her attire pristine as always, untouched by the chaos of the battlefield.
