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It was so surreal. His voice didn’t quite match what she remembered it to be; there was a deeper, darker echo intertwined with his words. She’d never noticed it before. Lillith was having a hard time distinguishing reality from illusion; the fine line separating both extremities was thinning out. This was a dream she never wanted to wake up from. His intonation held no warmth; it was distant, practically hostile. She understood then, that he’d never give her what she yearned for. Not even in death.

“A new world,” she murmured absent-mindedly, assimilating the prophecy being recited to her. While Lillith understood the essence of Thavardo’s stratagem, she had no idea where to start. Self-doubt made fulfilling her task much more challenging. She’d been a follower all of her life; a mere disciple destined to assist greater beings. Making decisions wasn’t something she’d done before. “Where do I start? Will you help me?”



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