Daimon soon entered the room, and the door closed gently behind him, creating a hushed ambiance within.
The room was heavily decorated, with intricate tapestries adorning the walls, each depicting celestial beings in various stages of their journey. Soft, ethereal music played in the background, adding to the room's mystical atmosphere.
In the middle of the room, a woman with flowing blonde hair sat gracefully in a high-backed chair, her posture exuding an air of regal elegance.
She held a delicate porcelain teacup in her hand, from which she took dainty sips. Her gaze was fixed on Daimon as he entered.
The woman, none other than Alicia, broke the silence. "Welcome, Daimon. It's been a long time." Her voice was smooth, carrying a hint of warmth despite her composed demeanor.