Noticing the man before her, Lilith bowed deeply, calming herself from her previous battle. "Greetings, Demon Lord Abriel. This Princess pays her respects." Her voice was steady and incredibly polite, a stark difference from the tone used when speaking to Mael earlier. Abriel, expecting this waved his hand gently.

"No need for that," he murmured, lifting her up with a soft yet commanding gesture. His eyes darkened as he continued, "I'm sorry, but we cant delay. Let me get straight to the point. As you know, Chaos has gained a significant advantage since the death of Demon God Ashen." Abriel paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air. His expression betrayed the pain he still carried—his younger brother, Lilith’s father, was gone. Though Lilith’s face remained impassive, her heart twisted painfully in her chest.

Abriel’s voice softened as he spoke again. "But at last, there is hope. We have found a way to turn the tide of this war. And Lilith..." He held her gaze with a serious intensity, "We need your help."

From their floating thrones, Mother who observed the exchange, nodded solemnly. "My dear child," they began, their tone gentle but filled with gravity. "You’ve suffered greatly. As your elders, we have failed you." Both Titus and Seraphim, the only other two individuals within the massive pulsating energy sphere which laid between the void, slowly lifted their gazes towards her as she continued. "Your father, he was like a brother to us all, and Just like your uncle Abriel, a void has now engrained itself within our hearts. yet, it is with that very heavy heart that we ask this of you.".

Lilith listened carefully, her mind racing as quickly as it could. She had heard Mother's words from earlier when they were broadcasted, and just like the other experts she was prepared to risk everything especially after witnessing her father's sacrifice with her own two eyes. The fire of vengeance burned within her, her determination set.

"Tell me, Mother," Lilith’s voice was strong and clear. "How can this Princess, assist our alliance?"

"Good, good," Mother said approvingly. "You truly are good fruit." With a simple flick of her hand, a small black cube materialized before her, floating through the air until it gently landed in Lilith’s palm.

Lilith’s brows furrowed slightly as she tried to understand what this regular black cube in her hand was.

"This," Mother said slowly, "is no ordinary artifact. What we are about to ask of you will be the greatest trial of your life. Should you succeed, your name will be etched in the annals of history for eons to come. The blessings of karma will follow you through countless reincarnation cycles and you would have cause the total victory of Order!"

"But should you fail..." Mother closed their eyes, sighing deeply. "It will be the end of us all."

Lilith absorbed every word, letting each syllable sink into the deepest recesses of her soul. She vowed to herself: whatever was asked of her, she would accomplish without fail. Suddenly, from behind, soft hands glided across Lilith's slender shoulders, breaking her focus. A voice followed—its tone so divine and ethereal that it seemed to resonate with the very fabric of existence.

"This, my child, is a miracle, or rather, thee Miracle," Seraphim, the dark skinned beauty whispered, a beautiful smile plastered on her face, a voice blending with power and serenity. Her hands, long and smooth, tracing delicate patterns along Lilith's arms, sending waves of warmth throughout her slender body.

Seraphim giggled, her fingers still moving with an almost hypnotic grace, "The past my love, we can take it back—back to us Five. To the beginning stages of our cultivation."

Lilith's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. 'Back to the past? The Time Laws in this realm were far too unstable to entertain such a thought. The mere notion of traveling through time bordered on madness. And what was this "miracle" that could possess enough power to completely ensure the eradication of those Chaos dogs?' Lilith's thoughts deepened, Her mind raced with questions, but she was swiftly pulled from them as Seraphim’s hands tightened, her touch growing bolder. Lilith, startled, attempted to pull away from her embrace. But no matter how hard she tried, her body refused to respond.

She looked around in desperation. Dense, glowing energy pulsed and spiraled from Seraphim’s form, suppressing Lilith’s every movement. Seraphim's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with purpose.

"Our Order has five of us Elder Lords, and the enemy has a total of five Chaos Lords. When the time comes, we will launch our attack. A strike so powerful it will force their greatest experts to focus on us. Their divine senses will be consumed by our battle, leaving them blind to your actions."

Lilith’s breath caught in her throat as Seraphim’s finger extended toward her forehead, the tip glowing with a soft, ethereal blue light.

"You," Seraphim whispered as her finger touched Lilith's brow, "will go to the formation laid out at these coordinates."

An intricate map of glowing symbols unfurled in Lilith’s mind, and with it, the method of activating the formation embedded itself into her consciousness.

"Once it is activated," Seraphim continued, "a portal will open. Use it to travel back to Past Earth. I have placed a wisp of our souls within your knowledge Sea. It will guide you to us the moment you cross through."

Lilith's mind spun. At her level of cultivation, comparing her mind to a photographic mind or even a super computer would be a massive insult, a slap to her face and a shame to her many years of cultivation. So of course the array formation and its intricate functions had long been committed to her mind, and based on the details, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that Seraphim’s word's, they were true. Lilith, also realized that this mission, was a one-way trip. Once she stepped through the portal and traveled back in time, there would be no way for her to return, no method whatsoever to once again exist in this present.

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The true weight of the situation, however, lay in the state of Past Earth, the era of the Elder Lords’ youth. Past Earth's energy density was so poor that Lilith’s presence alone, with her immense cultivation would be a catastrophic disaster. If she appeared on Earth at full power, the fragile world would collapse in on itself within minutes, imploding into nothingness, shattered in the void.

However, to prevent this disaster, the array had been designed to immediately place a powerful seal upon her as soon as she crossed through the portal. This seal would suppress her cultivation, but it would only grant her a few precious seconds before the full effects took hold. In those fleeting moments, she would need to locate the nearest Elder Lord and travel to them at once. For someone of Lilith’s unparalleled strength, such a feat was trivial. But the true challenge wasn’t in those first few seconds—it was what came after.

Once the seal fully activated, her cultivation would be locked away forever. She would no longer be the god-like being she had once been. Her power, her essence, would be stripped from her entirely, her meridians severed, leaving her as nothing more than a mortal. She would walk the Earth as an ordinary human, powerless until the day of her death. In essence, she would be giving her life for this mission—sacrificing everything she was, everything she had built, for the sake of a future she would never witness.

Understanding this, her face softened slightly.

"This..." she muttered, her voice barely more than a breath.

"To walk two paths is to stand still; only in choosing the difficult road does one move forward."

These words were powered by a deep and resounding voice, commanding the very air to still. It was as if the heavens themselves bent to listen. The voice belonged to none other than Titus, the towering giant of a man whose mere presence made the ground seem uncertain beneath him. His crimson hair and beard, both wild and untamed, danced in the wind, as his broad, shirtless chest rippled with barely-contained power, the world trembling to hold him. At first glance, one might mistake him for a beast, a brute of muscle. But the stillness in his posture, the serenity in his closed eyes, revealed something far more dangerous.

"We come before you not as warriors, but as elders, laying our weakness bare," Titus continued, his voice a low rumble that seemed to come from the depths of the earth itself. "It would be impossible for an Elder Lord to use that portal. I’m sure you’ve deduced as much. The universe is fragile... and we are too much for it." His words filled with the weight of knowing the fragility of their power.

For a moment, silence reigned, thick with tension. Then, from the depths of that silence, Lilith giggled—a sound so sudden and out of place that it felt like a blade cutting through the air. The giggle grew, swelling into a full, unrestrained laugh, her voice sharp and clear as her body shook with amusement, tears streaming down her face.

"My father, he sacrificed himself for our entire Order without a second thought," Lilith said between breaths, her laughter finally settling into something resolute, her eyes burning with newfound strength. "This—this is nothing compared to the burden of a true king!" Her voice rang out, powerful and proud, filling the air like the sound of a trumpet.

"I, Princess Lilith, twelfth daughter of Demon God Ashen, accept!"

Titus' lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. "Little Lady, your resolve is strong. Compared to you, even we, may have fallen short." His words, though softly spoken, carried the weight of reflection. Titus then turned his head, his gaze drifting once more toward the endless battlefield stretched out before them. The smile that had briefly graced his face vanished, replaced by a deep, contemplative frown. The endless chaos of war seemed to mirror the storm brewing in his mind.

Abriel, who floated nearby, hovering protectively beside Lilith and Seraphim, cleared his throat awkwardly. "Lilith, I..." He began, his voice filled with hesitation, but before he could continue, Lilith interrupted with a gentle, reassuring smile.

"It’s okay, Uncle," she said softly, her voice steady. "I know it hasn’t been easy for you either. I’m not angry, not at all." Her smile widened, lighting up her face as she stood a little straighter, her chest puffing up with pride. "In fact, look at me! I’m playing a big part in ending this war once and for all."

Her voice carried an air of triumph, but as she spoke, something tender crept into her tone—a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. "And since I’m going to the past anyway..." she paused, her eyes softening, "...I’ll get to meet Dad. With the strength of this miracle, he definitely won’t lose next time."

For the first time, Lilith's voice lost its hardened edge, revealing the heart of a daughter yearning for her father’s embrace, missing the love that had been taken from her too soon. She clenched her fists, determination filled her gaze

"I’m ready!"