Lilith's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "Hmm. So you're nothing more than a lost little lamb, wandering aimlessly in search of revenge."
Isolde's crimson eyes blazed with indignation. Her voice, still hoarse from the poison, cut through the night air. "So what if I am? Those humans destroyed everything I loved. They slaughtered my students—children who had never harmed anyone. Why shouldn't they pay? Why shouldn't all of them burn?"
Adam watched her for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. Then he turned to Lilith.
"We're not exactly in a position to judge her." His voice was quiet, matter-of-fact. "We have our own revenge to settle. The Void entity." He looked back at Isolde. "We understand wanting to make someone pay."
Isolde's breathing slowed. The firelight caught the tears still clinging to her lashes.
Adam continued, his voice gaining a new edge—almost persuasive.
