The battle went on for who knew how long.
At last, Lilith's enormous body crashed to the ground, sending waves of blood splashing into the air.
"I... lost..." Her voice carried a hint of eerie satisfaction.
Horace stood before her. "Can you tell me now? What exactly are you trying to do?"
Lilith giggled vacantly. With her current face, it was quite a sanity-draining sight.
"Child, do you think you really defeated me?"
Lilith's body began to tremble violently.
"For an Outer God that craves pain and wounds..."
Her voice grew louder and more frenzied. "That battle just now-was a ritual to please the god!"
She raised an arm and grabbed the trident planted beside her.
Then she drove it viciously into her own abdomen.
"Ah↗ah↘ah↗ah!"
That was no scream of agony. It was a moan of pleasure, of supreme bliss.
The trident churned inside her abdomen. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing all over her and Horace.
Lilith laughed with abandon, utterly satisfied.
She abruptly pulled out the trident, a humanoid figure impaled on its tip.
It was a girl, covered in blood and some transparent fluid, like a baby freshly torn from the womb.
The Avatar Lilith had prepared for the "moon."
Lilith opened the huge maw in her abdomen and swallowed the girl along with the trident.
The bloody mist in the sky churned violently.
The morning star descended from beyond the heavens, bearing the Grace of the Outer Gods.
The blood-red meteor streaked across the scarlet sky with a long, blazing tail, hurtling straight down onto Lilith.
The shock wave spread outward like a tsunami. Great waves rose from the sea of blood, and the Inquisitor Knights were sent stumbling.
Horace barely steadied himself, driving his greatsword into the ground to anchor himself firmly in