How could Achilles feel so much more powerful when such a short period of time had passed between when he left and arrived at Fort Cape of Hope and the time it took for Nyxaria herself to get there?
He saw the shock written on her face, mirroring the storm of power he was currently emanating as waves of it crashing from him, driven by several terrifying factors.
One of them was the impossible- he had assimilated something from a dream. An unthinkable act made real only because the words of his father were proving true.
Unlike every Adrastia Emperor King before him, the power he alone held would surpass all of them combined.
And the result?
Above him, where no eyes could witness, seven dazzling, solid Primordium Evolutius Ethereal Selves hovered.
Humanoid stars, each bearing his face, burning now with glorious white flames.
The thing he had assimilated…it was too pristine.
Far beyond his league!
