Lilith's laugh was soft, but it sent tremors through entire realities. She turned her gaze to the Endless, the playfulness in her expression giving way to something colder, something sharper.
"…were you really going to annihilate the Mortal Realm through Moon?"
The question did not merely hang in the air—it cracked through existence like a silent scream. The other Endless did not flinch. They did not need to.
The weight of their power pressed against the fabric of creation itself. Stars—whole galaxies—shuddered in the distance.
Then, a smirk.
"Would it have mattered?" The cosmos itself seemed to pause.
Lilith's smile returned—this time, slower, heavier.
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Far from the quiet reverence of the Eternal Beyond, in a realm that pulsed with the dark rhythm of chaos and indulgence, a throne towered over an entire kingdom of madness.
This was not a solemn palace.
