Ty and the Demon King walked through imposing double black doors, adorned with mysterious red marks, and entered a room where the boundaries of reality seemed blurred.
Inside, a girl was engrossed in her work.
She wore glasses and a distinctive white trench coat, accented by lime green lines that ran down its edges, giving her a look of scientific elegance. Her fingers danced over a floating keyboard, creating a symphony of clicks and clacks.
"Good to see you keeping yourself busy, Kirana," the Demon King remarked with a hint of admiration. "Your adaptability has always been astonishing since you arrived here so long ago."
Kirana, pushing her auburn hair out of her face, looked up with a warm smile for a brief moment.
Her expression was stern, and her eyes were like mirrors reflecting profound experiences.
