She immediately knelt.
"I was unaware of your greatness, Your Excellency," she said, and continued, "I, Albedo, apologize for my rudeness." She spoke.
The silence that followed wasn't empty, it was merely heavy.
Strax's aura still crushed the space like a divine pressure, distorting the air around him into visible waves. The demonic energy didn't just roar, but possessed an invisible authority that couldn't simply be explained—it simply subdued. It was the difference between a wildfire and the gravity of a planet.
Strax frowned slowly, not in confusion… but in distrust.
His draconic eyes descended to the figure kneeling before him.
She called herself Albedo. A demon, that was clear. After all, her horns, wings, and immense demonic aura made it quite clear what she was.
He watched her like a god; she remained bowed, wings folded close to her body, horns bent downwards in absolute submission.
