Lilith stood there, eyes glowing, knives in both hands.
"I told you to stay safe!" She shouted.
"No." Ren whispered in horror. "NO!"
Instead of relief, all he felt was horror. Because this meant instead of just one prey, the Widow now had two. But unlike him, Lilith had no regeneration. Once she was killed, she would stay dead.
His head snapped to the Widow as it turned its glowing eyes to her, its spindly legs shifting with a twitch of interest.
That was when he saw it. The way its body lowered slightly, like a predator thrilled by the new challenge. It vibrated with a quiet, eager hum, a resonance of its own fury. To it, all this was… interesting.
Very rarely does prey walk into its mist on its own accord. Even the weakest of beasts could tell that the mists were dangerous.
Ren opened his mouth. "Lili—"
Without waiting, Lilith blurred forward. She moved with grace sharpened by fury. Her soul energy surged, boosting her speed and strength.
