Lilith POV
The world had descended into absolute hell.
Lilith stood in the center of the battlefield with white light blazing from her hands and watched people die.
Pack warriors torn apart by demons. Witches overwhelmed by dark creatures. Blood soaking into the ground. Screams cutting through the night. And everywhere.....everywhere....the stench of death and corrupted magic.
This was her fault.
She had lost control. Had let her power spiral out. Had hit one of their own warriors with a blast meant for demons.
She could still see him lying motionless on the ground twenty feet away. Could still feel the echo of her magic slamming into his chest. Could still hear her own scream of horror as she realized what she had done.
Focus, she told herself desperately. Focus or more people die.
But focusing was impossible when the demon lord was advancing toward the estate with steps that shook the earth.
