Lilith smiled at his words. He wouldn't regret it unless he failed to save Sylvia. Perhaps he had forgotten that this wasn't entirely his fault.
She nodded. "Do you know who Sylvia Moonveil actually is?"
Damon, running by her side with a bow and a quiver of arrows, glanced at her. He loosed an arrow tipped with cursed ore into the sky, striking down a small piece of the dark spirit, Rashi Ignath. The fragment, shaped like a hawk, exploded into dark particles.
"If you know something, say something."
Lilith waved her hand, space twisting violently as she cut down a swarm of dark spirits.
"Moonveil is a common family name where Sylvia is from, but how it's written distinguishes the highborn from the commoners and nobility from royalty. Despite sounding the same, they're written differently."
Damon pulled a new arrow from his quiver—this one heavier, with a large, razor-sharp tip. It was from Back-to-Back's quiver, which he had claimed after killing the elf.
