"Hmm? Lilith? What happened to her? Is she dead?"
The demon god muttered, narrowing his glowing eyes as he scanned the cosmic threads that once connected him to his disciple. Yet, no matter how deeply he probed, the faint lifeline he had secretly used to limit her potential—her suppressed connection to the real human world—was no more. It had vanished entirely, dissolved into the atmosphere as raw mana, untamed and free.
A grim silence followed as he turned his attention inward, sensing the absence of something far more foundational—the bloodline of Lust. It still existed, but it floated unanchored, unattached to any vessel. Once wielded by Lilith, it now lingered like a cursed relic, stripped of its conduit. That alone spoke volumes.
"What is going on?" he whispered, a flicker of unease brushing his ancient mind.
Could his demons truly be getting hunted down, one by one?
