Adam's crimson eyes snapped toward Isolde, his expression caught between surprise and a sudden, sharp wariness. "Eh? Father? That's your father?!"
Ignis's flames flickered wildly, her golden eyes narrowing as she studied the tall, pale figure with the ancient crimson gaze. Her voice was tight, coiled with the instinct to fight. "Seems like your father wants to fight us."
Isolde's voice came out hollow, barely a whisper, each word forced through a throat tight with disbelief. "He should have been dead a long time ago." Her pale fingers trembled at her sides. "Was this... was this born from my fear?"
Lilith's crimson eyes stayed fixed on the figure, her threads stirring slowly around her fingers like serpents waking from a long sleep. "That does seem to be the case." Her voice was calm, measured, but there was an edge beneath it. "The trial manifested your greatest fear, Isolde. If we want to move forward, we have to destroy him."
