Aether was beginning to regret taking this invitation. He doesn't think he can take another fight... But from everything Paimon's told him he shouldn't have to worry too much. Hopefully..

Paimon smiles, floating cheerily forward. "Woah, Aether look at this!" Paimon shouts from her point somewhat ahead of him. Aether quickly catches up to her coming face to face with a large door. Ominous in it's size and intricacy. Each inch of the stone door is carved with depictions of things beyond his understanding. Words from ancient text etched into the rim.

"Paimon thinks this is the right place...!" Paimon cheers, placing her hands on her hips. "But wait... How do we open it?" She stares at the door as she speaks.

Paimon hides behind Aether as the door begins to split open. A moment later when nothing comes out of the room she moves away. "So cool....!" She squeals as she hurries forward into the throne room.

He enters the room, steps slowing as he approaches the throne. He bows. "...Your Grace..." His blonde braid falls down his shoulder, remaining there even as he rights his posture. "Your grace! Paimon's so excited to see you...!" Paimon squeaks. Her typical floating pattern is replaced with one significantly faster, making her joy quite apparent.