In another corner of the Sea of Thalassara, where the luminescent waters created pockets of impossible calm, a scene unfolded that would have broken the minds of most beings.
Arya floated in the waters with the ease of someone born to impossibility.
She currently looked to be at ten years old- though her accelerated growth made such measurements almost meaningless as she had developed into something that defied conventional understanding of what a child could be.
Her silver purple-gold hair floated around her like a stellar corona, while her silver-green eyes held the kind of focus usually reserved for beings who had studied reality for centuries!
Her face showed utmost concentration as she stared at the figure floating ahead of her.
The stellar Constellation Dream Body of Achilles hovered in the water, his form more solid here than it should have been, holding a mass of multicolored light that writhed and pulsed in his hands.
