An elevated plaza of pale marble in the Great Citadel. There is no epic music. There is no initiative. They only notice that:

the noise drops in volume

the air becomes steady

no one around seems concerned

Then they see him.

A massive angel, blue and silver armor, ten golden wings open with complete naturalness. He does not block the path. No one stands guard around him.

He is… there. Perception: everyone sees him. It is impossible not to.

Insight: there is no hostility. Nor expectation.

☁️ How Seraphimon Greets Them

Seraphimon turns his torso slightly. He does not raise his weapon. He does not assume a heroic stance.

He speaks in a calm voice, without dramatic echo:

“Good day.” (short pause) “I wasn’t expecting visitors here… but you are not a problem.”