Lilithra lay sprawled upon the barren surface of the moon, her gaze fixed upon the void above. Shock etched every contour of her face, as though the very foundation of her existence had been called into question.
She could not fathom what had just transpired.
She could not grasp what was still unfolding.
It all felt like a mirage, an impossible, mocking illusion.
A Demon Monarch. A sovereign whose name resounded across the galaxy, surpassed only by ninety-nine others in the hierarchy.
And yet… a child, not even three decades into his life, had flung her across celestial bodies as though she were nothing but a wayward leaf in the wind.
Should word of this reach the Abyss, her name would be reduced to the punchline of a cruel jest.
That human boy had toyed with her.
She, over a million years old, tempered in countless battles, conqueror of worlds and dominions, reduced to a state where she could not even find her footing upon the very stars she once commanded.
