Perched on a skeletal throne with skulls for armrests was Crea projecting her transformed visage.
Her skin pale, her hair darker and longer, the red in her eyes deeper, her nails gleamed with the same colour.
Garbed in a baggy robe with tattered edges, the frame of body was masked, but the others discerned that she had grown in size as well.
As for how much stronger she'd gotten, none would rather find out.
And before this entity…
"We greet the leader"
From Goceron to Golzan, the others bowed.
A month had passed since her meeting with the demon lord, the day that marked her as the newest emissary.
Regardless of how the rest felt about it, emissaries were chosen by the demon lord, to go against it would be defying their own faith.
She spoke, her voice silent yet booming across at the same time. "Are all things in order?"
A light of ambition stayed lit in her gaze, screaming of plans and purpose.
Goceron bobbed up. "Yes, leader"
