Lilith's eyes narrowed as she coughed, struggling to breathe. Her hands clawed at the woman's wrist, trying desperately to break free.
"Cough… cough…"
Anahi tilted her head, her face twisted in rage as she tightened her grip, fingers pressing into Lilith's throat like she meant to snap it.
"Hmph." Anahi snorted—but her expression shifted as she dodged a heavy sword swinging toward her neck.
Turning sharply, she spotted a woman with fiery red hair, standing still and cold as ice.
"Where is my wife, you bitch?" Grace growled, raising her sword once again, her voice like thunder.
Lilith gasped for air as Anahi finally released her, but her body still wouldn't move—paralyzed by the magic that bound her.
Anahi looked at Grace coldly, her eyes filled with loathing.
"So you're one of them too… Is it because of you two that my beautiful love's fingers bear those marks?"
