As the hall fell silent and marveled at the sight of the leader of the legates from the Darknar region. Keyrille Mayz Jaxith, the demon lord of the Jaxith family stood up from her throne at the end of a short flight of marbled stairs and spoke.
She was an aged Demoness but behind her wrinkled face, one could easily tell that she was once a beauty in her day. Adorned by a gorgeous Platinum ceremonial gown, a light blue cape draped over her shoulders as she held a Quantium scepter adorned by colorful gemstones and emanating a tranquil aura.
Her demeanor was that of a wise elder with eyes that seem to have seen almost everything. Her expression was hard to read but giving as she smiled at the envoy, everyone in the hall understood that this was someone even the Demon Lord herself showed respect, or at least, mostly everyone.
