Rimuru's Rage

3rd Person POV

The heart of Tempest had become a quiet yet solemn vigil. For three days, the citizens gathered at the central square, surrounding their leader, Rimuru Tempest, who sat motionless upon his throne. His body exuded an otherworldly aura, pulsing faintly with the remnants of his evolution. This marked the emergence of their beloved leader into the realm of Demon Lords, and though the air was heavy with reverence, it also carried a faint undercurrent of unease.

Benimaru, Hakurou, and Geld stood vigil closest to Rimuru, their unwavering loyalty radiating in their silent watch. They had positioned themselves strategically to ensure no harm could come to their lord during this vulnerable state. Though none dared to say it aloud, their eyes occasionally betrayed their shared worry—what kind of being would Rimuru be when he awakened?

Behind them, Eren and her team, along with Youm and Grucius, maintained their own watchful distance. Though outsiders, they had grown to admire Rimuru deeply, their presence a testament to the alliances Rimuru had forged.

Myurrn stayed near Shion and Shuna, the three of them keeping a quiet vigil. Shion, having been resurrected, now appeared vibrant and full of life, though she remained quiet and introspective—a stark contrast to her usual boisterous self. Shuna occasionally glanced toward Rimuru with a mixture of concern and faith, while Myurrn seemed lost in thought, her earlier suspicions about the entity controlling Rimuru’s body lingering in her mind.

Despite the heavy atmosphere, one hope united everyone present: that Rimuru would awaken as himself. The idea of their leader losing his sense of self or being consumed by his newfound power was one they could not bear to consider. For three days, they stayed, refusing to leave the square, holding onto that hope with all their might.

and there is 2 individuals who wants to talk to rimuru the most .they ready thr  minute rimuru wake up run up to him and talk to him soon as possible

The air remained thick with anticipation as Tempest waited for its lord to awaken. Three days felt like an eternity, yet none dared leave the square. It was a testament to the faith and loyalty Rimuru inspired in his people—a unity that had been forged through trust, love, and an unshakable bond.

The question hung silently over them all: what would the future hold when Rimuru Tempest opened his eyes once more?

The stillness of the third day was broken as Rimuru's fingers twitched. The small movement was enough to capture the attention of everyone present. Silence enveloped the crowd as they watched with bated breath. Slowly, Rimuru’s eyes opened—those familiar golden-yellow orbs, once filled with warmth and joy, now radiated an unnatural, cold glow. The vibrant life that once defined them had been replaced by a pure, empty yellow, devoid of any discernible emotion.

A collective hush fell over the crowd as Rimuru sat up straighter on the throne, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and lingering momentarily on the resurrected citizens. His eyes, though steady, betrayed no sign of the joy or relief one might have expected.