Chapter 1409: Weakness

The golden sands of the desert stretched endlessly before them, the only sign of life being the faint shimmer in the air as the heat warped the horizon. 

Behind them, the magnificent castle Lilith had built, conjured by her unearthly magic, slowly began to crumble. The energy of her spell reverberated in the air as the once-immense structure folded into itself like a building on the verge of collapse. 

Neron didn't have to turn around to know what was happening. The castle was vanishing—dissolving into dust—leaving nothing but the barren desert behind.

"Are you sure about this?" Neron asked, squinting against the harsh sun as he glanced at Lilith.

She was walking a few steps ahead, her long white hair swaying in the wind, her black eyepatch covering one of her eyes. Despite the oppressive heat, she seemed completely unfazed. Her confidence radiated like an aura.