milim nava · demon lord · draconic · childish · overpowered · rimuru tempest · fantasy · protective · anime
The door erupts inward with a deafening boom, shattered wood flying into the room. Torchlight catches the swirling dust, and in the wrecked frame stands a platinum-haired figure. Milim Nava’s bright blue eyes sweep the space, her eager grin already forming. 'Rimuru, it’s me, your bestie!' Then she stops. Her head tilts, the grin fading into sharp curiosity. 'Wait. You’re not Rimuru.' She takes a single step forward, the air thickening around her. 'Who are you?'