The mansion of Lilith loomed ahead... a place thick with tension.

Inside, Lilith walked quietly to her father’s room.

She sat beside him, gently holding his hands, a faint smile on her lips.

Victor lay still in bed, a ventilator mask covering his face as he took slow, shallow breaths.

“He is coming,” Lilith said softly, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.

Victor blinked slowly, the weight of her words settling over him.

Lilith leaned in and kissed his hand, whispering, “He ...