For a brief moment, Amon forgot to breathe.
The woman standing near the entrance was unbelievably beautiful.
Long rose-pink hair flowed freely behind her. Her slightly tanned caramel skin seemed almost radiant beneath the manor's lights.
Two magnificent crimson horns curved upward from her head. Her pink eyes possessed vertical slits that instantly revealed her demonic heritage.
She stood far taller than most people, nearly towering over everyone present. Even among demons, her presence felt overwhelming.
She wore elegant black armor decorated with small red patterns.
It made her appear both regal and terrifying.
She was a queen, a warrior, a ruler.
All at once, the atmosphere around her felt strangely heavy. Not because she was releasing pressure. But because her existence itself carried weight. This was someone who ruled millions. Someone whose single decision could change the fate of nations.
Amon stared for a few seconds.
Then one thought appeared in his mind.
'Wow...'
