"Are you ready, Lilith?"
The Martial Blade God's voice boomed, his hand reaching for the hilt of his blade. "This time, I'll surpass you!"
Lilith gave a faint smirk, her crimson eye gleaming with confidence.
"You've been saying that for centuries, but you never seem to learn. Let's see if this time will be any different."
As if on cue, the Martial Blade God unsheathed his weapon—a long, gleaming blade that shimmered unnaturally under the crimson sky.
The very act of drawing it caused the ground beneath him to fracture, the shockwave rippling outward in a violent burst of force.
Lilith raised her hand, summoning a barrier around Neron. Her voice was calm but commanding.
"Stay behind this. You're not ready for what's about to happen."
Neron opened his mouth to argue but stopped when he saw the look in her eyes—a mixture of determination and warning. He clenched his fists and nodded, retreating to the edge of the barrier.