Daimon slowly awakened, his senses gradually returning to him. The aftermath of his intense battle with Jonathan still echoed within him.
He felt a newfound surge of power coursing through his immortal body. With a steady breath, he stood, his crimson hair falling gently over his shoulders.
Beside him, Lilith lay in a deep, peaceful slumber. She looked ethereal in her repose, her crimson hair flowing like a cascade of blood.
Daimon extended his hand, and with a gentle touch, he resurrected her from her rest. Her crimson eyes fluttered open, and she regarded Daimon with a serene smile.
"Daimon," she whispered, her voice carrying a melodic quality, "you have already defeated and devoured the tower master. What do you wish to do now?"