Ashtarot stood before the massive stone door. It was an elegant structure, intricately carved with the story of Lamien's creation. Vines and flowers had crept over the surface, giving it an air of ancient.
"Administrator, open the door," he commanded.
Today, he had decided to speak with the Administrator about the upcoming ping pong championship.
As events like these had the most significant impact on her, it was essential to discuss the details.
Being a sentinel, Ashtarot held the authority to organize such events without much oversight. He knew that the dungeon's owners—the Dragon Sisters—wouldn't object to his decisions.
At times, he felt more like the dungeon's owner than they did. But then again, when he looked at Lucifer, he saw the same struggle. Perhaps it was simply a trait of their race, an inherent drive to take on responsibility.
