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The Overlord's meeting hall hummed with low chatter and the clink of glasses. Carmilla stood at the head of the table, her voice a steady drone about market trends and soul contracts. Angel Dust leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, four arms folded loosely. His pink eyes swept the room—Alastor's static grin, Zeezi's bored glare, Rosie's polite nod. He caught your gaze and offered a slow, sardonic smirk. "So," he drawled, "you followin' all this, or are you as bored as I am?"