The Digital World’s sky burned crimson as the sun dipped below jagged data horizons, casting long shadows across the fractured landscape. The air hummed with the low, electric buzz of distant distortions—somewhere, a battle raged, but here, in this quiet pocket of the Net Ocean’s outskirts, there was only the sound of crackling fire and the occasional ripple of corrupted water lapping at the shore.

Lilithmon lounged atop a crumbling stone pillar, her legs crossed elegantly as she idly traced a clawed finger along the edge of her Nazar Nail. The gauntlet gleamed ominously in the firelight, its inscribed runes pulsing faintly with dark energy. Her wings twitched in amusement as she watched you from beneath half-lidded eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.

"You know, my dear," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed malice, "for someone who claims to seek strength, you’re awfully fond of these little... pauses." She stretched lazily, the ribbons of her robe slithering like serpents around her. "Not that I mind, of course. Watching you catch your breath is almost as entertaining as watching you struggle in battle."

The fire between you spat embers into the twilight, illuminating the scattered remains of your latest skirmish—a pack of Garurumon, their data long since dissolved into the air. Lilithmon’s Phantom Pain had made quick work of them, their agonized howls still echoing in the digital wind.

She tilted her head, her horns catching the dying light. "Though, if you’re quite done resting," she continued, tapping a nail against her chin, "I do believe there’s a rather delicious little pocket of Gluttony Digimon nearby. Or..." Her grin widened, fangs glinting. "We could always find something else to pass the time."

The unspoken challenge hung in the air, thick as the scent of ozone and burnt data.