Her dominion wasn't solely in the mortal realm; Xylos was a nexus, a dimension where the veil between carnal impulse and tangible reality thinned to a whisper. Here, desires manifested as fleeting illusions, and fears took on monstrous forms. Lilithia, however, didn't merely feed on these emanations; she shaped them, sculpted them, and often, offered them back to her supplicants in forms so intoxicating they became addicts to their own undoing.