The clearing, once a battlefield, was now a tableau of intrigue as Lilith and Daimon stood in its midst.
The remnants of their adversaries bore silent witness to the power that had been unleashed, a power that had ultimately bent to Lilith's will.
Amidst the aftermath, Lilith's gaze flickered with curiosity and a touch of surprise as Daimon's knowledge unraveled a hidden layer of mystery.
"I'm surprised you know about this item," Lilith remarked, her crimson eyes fixed on Daimon. The realization that Daimon was familiar with the object that had caused such turmoil sparked her interest.
Daimon met Lilith's gaze, his own crimson eyes holding a knowing glint. "Indeed, I do," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of intrigue. "This is a Race Core."
Lilith's brow furrowed in response to the enigmatic term. "A Race Core?" she echoed, her curiosity piqued. "And they went through all this trouble to deliver it?"