They both looked worn and haggard as they teleported out of the way of a giant wing, the air around them violently eviscerated.
Thud.
They crashed into a heap of discarded clothing somewhere within the city.
Sylvia groaned as pain shot through her body, but she clenched her jaw and swallowed the sound before it could escape. She refused to give Lilith even the slightest opportunity to sense weakness.
Lilith sat up slowly, pressing the back of her hand against her nose and wiping away the blood that had begun to trail down her face. Her movements were calm despite the impact. A few bruises marred her skin, but none of them managed to diminish her beauty.
"Figures…" she muttered. "We wouldn't be able to steal the elixir."
Of course things would not go their way. It could never be that easy.
They had made it into the Black Tower. They had even reached the floor where the elixir was kept. They simply had not expected Seraph Null to show up personally.
