The clearing was now awash with the aftermath of the violent clash. Lilith stood amidst the scattered debris, her expression a curious blend of satisfaction and detached amusement.
The crimson threads that had once ensnared the vampires and werewolves now lay dormant, having fulfilled their role in the orchestration of this macabre spectacle.
The beautiful woman's gaze then shifted to the gruesome tableau before her—the remnants of her adversaries who had dared challenge her might.
A faint, satisfied smile curved her lips as she observed the result of her power, the rain of blood that had poured into her like a morbid tribute.
Lilith's attention turned to her outstretched hand, where she began to manipulate the gathered blood into a compact form.