'This damn temple hater…' Damon smirked.
Lilith sometimes wished her hatred for the temple was born solely out of a desire for good and justice.
Maybe then, she could pretend her dreams of destroying them were noble. That she wanted to make the world a better place.
But no—that wasn't it.
Her hatred ran deeper. Stronger. Wilder.
It was just vengeance.
Even now, as she stood by the altar, she was plotting. Calculating. Always thinking of ways to undermine them.
She just wasn't strong enough yet.
She glanced at the altar, voice low. "The Key of Lazarak is a great tool… we could move troops and logistics with ease using it…"
Damon immediately understood what she was implying—but shook his head slightly.
It wouldn't work.
The Key could create doorways to this hidden tomb from nearly anywhere in the world, even tear through space entirely—if you had the right affinity.
