The Beast of Finality released a piercing screech that shattered the very air. A sound so overwhelming that it reverberated through the Nexus, warping space and distorting time itself.
Enel's muscles tensed as he clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. But his focus wasn't on the creature. No—his gaze landed directly on Naamah.
She noticed.
And chuckled.
"The best lies," she mused, tilting her head, "are the ones sprinkled with truth."
Her smile widened, almost teasing.
"Or better yet… the ones that tell the truth—while emptying it of the important parts."
She took a step forward, unfazed by the chaos around her.
"The Sisters of Fate did hurt us. And yes, my dear Lamastu did die. But not in the way you think."
Her fingers idly traced the air, as if weaving an unseen thread of fate itself.
"She died in battle… but not against them."
Her eyes glimmered with dark amusement.
"It was during our war with the Principalities of the Gluttony Royal Demon Family."
