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Chapter 11.1. Dagda’s Cauldron.

Lilith emerged from bath chamber, skin glowing with renewed vigor, as maids scurried about tending her needs. They brushed long raven hair until it shone like midnight, dressed her in fine silks and velvets fit royalty itself. But even during her bath time Lilith wore her mask, which made servants uncomfortable and scared. Finally, with one final glance mirror, Lilith turned toward door, eyes blazing with determination, beneath bone-white visage.

– Stay here, – she commanded her slaves, voice soft yet brooking no argument: – I will return shortly.

Cian waited outside in corridor, dark hair tousled from restless pacing.

– Mistress, – he said with low bow, rough tones belying underlying tension: – We go to see Dian Cecht now?

Lilith nodded silently, already striding past him, towards temple’s gleaming doors. Cian hastened after her, long strides easily matching pace, even as they navigated winding paths through Kebelek’s streets.

Soon they reached their