In the heart of an ancient forest on the human continent, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the rustle of leaves.
Sunlight filtered through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor where two figures were engaged in a fierce training session. The sounds of clashing and grunts echoed through the trees, a testament to the intensity of their practice.
Lilith stood tall, her mature figure exuding confidence and power. With striking white hair cascading down her back and crimson eyes that glinted with determination, she was a force to be reckoned with. Her sharp fangs peeked out from her lips, a reminder of the vampire heritage that coursed through her veins. As Orpheus's indirect subordinate, she held a wealth of knowledge about the Blood Arts, and today, she was passing that knowledge on to her trainee.
