Lilith stood at the entrance of the fifth floor, her expression as cold and stoic as ever. The air was thick with tension, and the faint sound of distant roars echoed through the cavernous expanse. Her amber eyes were sharp and alert, scanning the surroundings as her white hair danced with the wind, framing her face like a halo of light against the dark backdrop.
She had been tracking Noah, observing his progress and the floors he conquered with impressive speed. Each victory he achieved only fueled her determination to catch up. She had her own mission, and she would not be overshadowed. The weight of her sword, a beautifully crafted weapon infused with the elements of Wind and Space, felt reassuring in her hands. She was ready for whatever lay ahead.
