The mansion's courtyard was bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon sunlight, casting long shadows over the cobblestone path.
Amon stood at the edge of the forest, his arms crossed, a slight frown creasing his brow. Beside him, Lilith was unusually quiet, her mind clearly racing as they prepared to meet Malachi.
"Are you sure about this?" Lilith asked, glancing sideways at Amon. Her voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable hint of apprehension.
Amon let out a deep breath and nodded. "It's time. He needs to know about you—about us. Besides, you'll be helping with my training. It's better if we're all on the same page."
Lilith bit her lip, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her shirt. "Right. And by 'helping,' you mean… getting involved in the whole 'unlocking your dangerous powers' thing?"
Amon smirked. "Exactly."
Before Lilith could respond, a shadow fell over them, and they turned to see Malachi approaching from the treeline.