As soon as he entered the room, Tiamat's purple eyes locked on him from her intricate throne, confusion, disappointment and reluctant resignation mixing in their soft glow.
She let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "At least you still look good... What's done is done, but I want to understand how and why."
Adam moved before her throne, scratching his head. "I can't really help with that. The system notified me that your path wasn't the only one. With my chaotic body, I went with the flow." He pointed his thumb at his smiling face, trying to lighten the mood. "And that's how I look, handsome enough for you to admit it."
