Elysia sat stiffly in the plush velvet chair, her eyes darting around the room, taking in every inch of Malvoria's mother's office.
Unlike Malvoria's own office, which was cold, dark, and filled with the essence of absolute authority, this space was the complete opposite.
The walls were painted in a deep crimson, trimmed with gold filigree, making the entire room feel warm rather than oppressive.
Large, extravagant tapestries hung from the walls, depicting past demon rulers—none of whom looked nearly as terrifying as Malvoria herself.
A massive chandelier hung overhead, its crystals glowing faintly with embedded magic, casting a soft light across the glossy blackwood floors.
And the furniture? Opulent. The desk alone looked like it had been crafted by a god, covered in intricate carvings of battle scenes and lined with gilded edges.
It was beautiful. And so, so different from Malvoria's minimalistic, no-nonsense space, which seemed designed to make people uncomfortable.
