The throne accepted him without resistance, molding itself subtly to his presence rather than forcing him to conform. Jax leaned back, one arm resting casually against the armrest, posture relaxed in a way that very clearly communicated that he was confident and relaxed.
For a brief moment, no one spoke. Then Sona inclined her head, silver hair cascading like moonlight spilling over silk.
"When we summoned you, we had a-lot of expectations, but you've gone and exceeded all of them quite spectacularly," The Dark Elven Goddess said calmly, her voice smooth and precise.
"I especially love your plan to create a capital where all of the Demon Species can live in relative harmony, and also consolidate power. Seeing the way you've gone about it has been amazing,"
Jax raised a brow, "High praise coming from you,"
