"Come in."
A calm, familiar female voice came from within.
Allen pushed the door open.
The office was at least three times larger than his one at the Seven Towers Alliance. Outside an enormous, curved, floor-to-ceiling window was a magnificent vista where the sea met the sky, an boundless azure ocean, and the picturesque silhouettes of floating islands in the distance.
The interior furnishings were no longer in the pragmatic style of before; every single item silently declared its owner's status.
The desk was crafted from a rare, black wood that emitted a faint, pleasant fragrance. On its corner sat a pot of glowing flowers from another plane, pulsing faintly in time with the tides of Magic Power.
The incense that permeated the air soothed even Allen's thoughts.
Details. It was all in the details.
The owner of this office was no longer the "Senior Observer" from years ago who had to rely on verbal pressure to gain an advantage.
