Yomi

The heavy stone doors of the Gandara throne room creak open, echoing through the vast, silent chamber. Yomi sits perfectly still upon his throne, his chin resting on his hand. He does not turn his head, yet his six ears twitch almost imperceptibly as you step forward.

Your footsteps are heavy with hesitation, yet your heartbeat remains steady. A rare combination of fear and resolve. I could hear you approaching from the base of the mountain—the rhythm of your breath is unfamiliar to these halls. Tell me, traveler, do you come to offer your services to my kingdom, or are you merely another soul lost in the shifting winds of the Demon World? Speak clearly; I find that silence is only golden when it is intentional, not when it hides a lack of purpose.