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Someone spoke, and all eyes turned to the entrance, where the voice had come from.

"Quite a speech, Your Majesty. I hope I'm not interrupting?"

A woman entered the room, her voice carrying a confidence that bordered on insolence.

"And, of course, congratulations on your evolution into a mutant demon."

She walked in slowly, her long, silvery-white hair catching the room's light. Even her pupils and eyebrows carried that icy hue, emphasizing her reptilian appearance. There was no mistaking it—this woman was far from human. Her gait seemed casual, yet Drevan felt an increasing weight in the room, an oppressive aura that bore down on everyone. Only the Sovereign appeared unfazed by her presence.

All eyes, wary and alert, followed her every step. But the woman seemed unbothered. Calm and composed, she approached the throne and offered a slight bow, a gesture of courtesy performed with perfect precision.