The War for The North [46]
Chapter 158: Fate's Ironic Game
Seralya's mind reeled from a shockwave that transcended physical pain.
"Lilith..." This name was not merely a curse; it was a taboo buried within the dusty pages of history, a name even gods whispered with caution.
The first and only avatar of Yavres, the ancient witch who had guided them when they were summoned to this world...
Seralya's white eyes, now bloodshot, flashed with horror for a moment.
Her logic rejected this reality. Lilith's curse meant the drying up of a lineage, not a new existence. It meant absolute extinction. And according to the game's lore, Lilith's curse was already exhausted, and no one was supposed to be born with this curse ever again.
Such a person should not exist. The rules, the balance, fate... Everything was against it.
"Then how?" she thought, as her mind teetered on the brink of fragmentation. "How can a being carry the curse and still be alive?"
