Greg found himself in his room, the black tendrils of shadow dissolving into the air around him like a fading dream. The atmosphere was calm now, as though the chaos and revelations of his encounter with Sabbah had never occurred. The silence of the room was almost eerie in contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling inside his head. He instinctively checked on everyone, ensuring their safety, and felt a measure of relief wash over him when he confirmed that no harm had befallen them.
What puzzled him, however, was Lilith. She was not in a slumber or meditative trance like usual, but rather wide awake, lounging on the couch in a silk nightgown, idly flipping through a fashion magazine with an air of supreme boredom.
"You didn't feel any presence some time ago?" Greg asked, his voice low, cautious.
Lilith tilted her head, flipping another page before glancing at him. "Presence? Aside from yours, which I felt when you decided to intrude, no. Am I supposed to feel another presence?"
