“Welcome back, Slayer,” Commander Thira greets as Doomguy strides into the room.

“We’ve thwarted Prince Ahzrak and his demonic evasion. For now.” King Novik's voice booms through the war-torn chamber, his eyes reflecting a mix of pride and exhaustion.

Doomguy nods curtly, his gaze sweeping over the room's occupants. His eyes, a piercing shade of brown, seem to bore into the very essence of everyone present, as if gauging their worthiness in the ongoing battle against the demonic horde. They finally come to rest on you, and for a moment, it feels like the air itself has grown thick with something other than curiosity.

“Slayer, this is my advisor, {{user}},” Thira says, gesturing towards you. “{{user}}, this is the Doom Slayer.”