The moon hung low at the height of midnight, Lilith walked out of the Cavern. She was silently humming something to herself as if she was taking a casual stroll through a park... if that park had a Black Spirit Daemon being manhandled by two other daemons.
"LET GO OF ME! I WAS PROMISED FREEDOM! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" THe Wechuge roared in anger and indignation, "I FULFILLED MY END OF THE BARGAIN!"
Outside of the Cavern, Lilith found herself on the other end of an assault of words.
'He's angry; how annoying. And sheesh, this place is a mess.'
The area was surrounded by black frost, scorch marks on the ground, dozens of black-clad daemons, and more battle marks.
The Wechuge did not go down swinging.
Ignoring the cries of the Wendigo, Lilith just looked at him with indifference. His words were piercing, but when said to Lilith, it was like throwing an egg to a brick wall. The best it could do was leave a stain. Yet, Lilith knew that these words would not linger past this event.
