Lilith stepped out of the blood pool and imagined herself as the First Born, the giver and taker of lives. She paused for a moment, watching the diluted blood run down her legs as if the lunar time was upon her. She immersed herself into the hot spring and washed herself with mineral water to cleanse the sins she never felt. 

She was as tall as Aldith, and just as capable with the longsword and Varbow. Her constant training meant she maintained a Damm Warrior’s muscular physique, and the strength and subtleness to go along with it. Like all Damm Warriors, her hair was cropped short as a natural cushion for her helmet. Unlike most, she bore no dueling scars on her face. No one in her warrior class was good enough to inflict them upon her, and excess vanity aided her reflexes. Her face was pretty enough, but there was a constant coldness about it. Her distinguishing feature was her eyes, one blue and the other a cloudy green, which never saw a solar. It made her unique and easily identifiable.