Chapter 52 Monolith

"Well, there's no point in engaging in discourse with a man of feeble stature and weaker destiny. Only Nero, the epitome of strength and mastery, deserves the unwavering allegiance and undying devotion that courses through my veins," Lilith Grimclaw asserted, her voice dripping with a potent blend of superiority and disdain. 

Her presence alone seemed to cast a shadow, an ethereal embodiment of power and enigma. 

Lilith's countenance, an otherworldly beauty veiled in a cloak of darkness, bore the scars of countless encounters with both mortals and immortals alike. 

Yet, it was the extraordinary perfection of her wings that truly captivated those who beheld her. 

Sprouting from her shoulders were wings of celestial grace, each feather crafted with meticulous precision, radiating a pristine luminescence that defied the very essence of shadow.