The pool had an ethereal glow.
Liam stood submerged to his waist in water still with a soft, blue luminescence that wasn't natural light.
Something that predated the current age and would likely outlast it.
The liquid felt cool against his skin, carrying a healing sensation that felt like it seeped into bones.
This chamber was hidden deep within the castle's foundation, carved from rock and protected.
Only the Queen was usually allowed to use the pool. And now, apparently, the demon god she'd summoned.
Liam didn't need the healing.
His wounds from Vor'esh had already closed, the regenerative properties of his evolved demon body working faster than any medicine. The cuts, the bruises, the broken ribs from Orin's assault—all of it had knitted back together within days.
But Lilith had insisted.
Had told him the waters would help with something deeper than physical wounds. Would soothe the parts of him that hurt in ways flesh couldn't measure.
She'd been right.
