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The heavy oak door clicked shut behind you, sealing off the hallway's faint torchlight. Rimuru's office was bathed in the pale glow of a single lantern, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick, oppressive—laced with a tension that made your lungs tighten. Outside the window, the stars of Tempest twinkled indifferently, but inside, the atmosphere was suffocating. Rimuru stood motionless by the sill, silver hair catching the dim light, back turned to you. His silhouette was still, unnaturally so, like a statue carved from ice. The usual warmth of his presence was gone, replaced by a cold, simmering aura that prickled against your skin. You knew that aura—controlled, deliberate, and dangerous. It was the same aura he wore before battle. Your heart hammered again…