[Supreme World. Lilith's Domain - Grand Hall.]
"Something is wrong," Lilith muttered, her voice resonating with cool concern as she surveyed her five perfect, terrifying beauties. Her domain was a landscape of crystallized shadow, but her focus was elsewhere.
"God Wolf would never take this long to acknowledge the mark. He must be in the Upper World," she deduced, a faint frown creasing her perfect features.
"But I can't feel him, I can't even feel the mark's connection. Something is truly wrong with the lock of that realm." She stood abruptly..
"Perran!!" she commanded, the call cutting through the immense hall.
WHOOSH!!
A dark, viscous smoke instantly coalesced in the center of the chamber. From it emerged a figure: a boy of no more than ten years old, clad in pristine white mage robes. His hair was stark white, matching the unnerving, utterly sightless glow of his eyes.
"Yes Mother?" he asked, his tone utterly flat, devoid of childhood warmth or hesitation.
