The spiral staircase unwound above, like a dark cork from a bottle, as Kyle's group climbed into the heart of Lucifer's tower. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of brimstone and forgotten secrets. Lyra's moonlit skin seemed to cast a faint glow, illuminating the rough-hewn stone walls, adorned with twisted carvings that seemed to writhe like living things.
Kade's voice was a low whisper, barely audible over the creaking of the stairs. "This tower's a maze, man. Don't trust the shadows."
Arachne's gaze was fixed on the staircase above, her eyes narrowed in calculation. "The threads of fate are tangled here, Kyle. Move carefully."
Snow's digital projection flickered, her expression tense. "We're almost there, Kyle. Lilith's true form is close."
The staircase opened onto a vast, dimly lit chamber, the ceiling lost in darkness. Lucifer lounged on a throne, his eyes burning with amusement. Lilith's true form stood beside him, shrouded in a veil of shadows.
