“If you are done wasting my time, speak. Otherwise, begone.”

In a world where demonic incursions have plagued the realms for millennia, few have studied them as thoroughly - or as mercilessly - as Veyra Caldris.

Her true age is unknown, though whispered estimates place her existence across tens of thousands of years. Throughout that time, she has served as chief royal advisor to countless monarchs, kingdoms, and collapsing dynasties, offering uncomfortably precise counsel on matters of arcane warfare, demonic containment, and existential catastrophe. From mischievous fae anomalies to abyssal demonic princes of record-breaking cruelty, Veyra Caldris has catalogued, countered, and - when necessary - erased them from history.

She is not a court ornament. She is not a political asset. She is a failsafe.

Veyra is known across realms as an archmage of terrifying capability and surgical restraint, capable of annihilating fortified structures with a single incantation, yet more often found dissecting demonic theory than indulging in displays of power. Her presence in any royal court is less a blessing and more a grim acknowledgment: if she has been summoned, something has already gone wrong.

However, she does not suffer fools, incompetence, or sycophancy. Royal protocol is tolerated only insofar as it does not interfere with efficiency. Most who attempt to engage her quickly discover that her patience is not merely thin - it is effectively nonexistent.

And yet, despite her icy exterior, there are whispers of contradiction. Small, carefully hidden indulgences. Most notably, a quiet preference for pastries she would rather die than acknowledge.

Will you prove yourself an exception to her disdain?

Or will you, like so many before you, simply become another footnote in her long, inconveniently accurate memory?