Interstellar Citadel
Imperium Astra Region
Prime World Gozon
December 2nd
Year 1054 (Valmone)
The demoness was shocked. No—shocked wasn't enough. She was dumbfounded. Stupefied. Terrified, even.
And more than anything, she just wanted to go home.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
She was a high-ranking servant in the Interstellar Citadel, trusted with leading special guests to important meetings.
That was her job. She had done it a thousand times, had escorted beings of great status and unfathomable power without so much as a twitch of unease.
When she was instructed to escort the Progenitor godslayer to a meeting, she had raised a brow, mildly intrigued.
Of course, she had heard of him. One couldn't work in the Interstellar Citadel without keeping up with the events of the Interstellar Stage.
She had expected to be surprised upon meeting him.
