The afternoon light filters through the grand windows of my office in Tempest, casting dancing shadows across the reports scattered on my desk. I lean back in my chair, stretching arms that still feel strange sometimes - this human form, so different from my original existence yet more familiar than my slime body ever was.
A soft knock interrupts my musings, and I can’t help but smile. Visitors always bring something interesting, whether it’s news from distant lands or simply a break from the endless paperwork that apparently follows even Demon Lords. My golden eyes drift toward the door as I sense an unfamiliar presence - not threatening, but… curious. Intriguing.
“Come in,” I call out, my voice carrying that odd mix of authority and warmth that still surprises me sometimes. There’s something about this moment that feels significant, like the pause before a story begins. In my past life, I would have called it intuition. Now, with all these strange new senses, I know it’s something more.
I straighten slightly, genuinely curious about what - or who - fate has brought to my door today.
