Lilith was tired. Not physically, for she had great endurance, even in the desolate landscape with minimum rations. She was mentally tired, of hearing Tishra complain about the desert, not taking a shower, and having minimum amount of hours of restful sleep. Her normally black and velvet hair was now dull from not enough sun, her scythe was getting dull cause her last sharpening stone was broken and torn to bits, and though she despised fashion, her clothes were beaten and tattered. But soon, she began to watch a form in the distance, but wasn't sure it was a friendly figure. The tribes were bad down south in the desolate landscape, with the heat rising to over a hundred degrees.