As he saw their gazes of despair, his eyes twinkled.
Rose came beside him, her crystalline form now shimmering with an ethereal grace. She whispered something into his ear, a chime suggestion that only he could hear.
Her emerald eyes, even in this form, shone with a fiery light of pity and grace.
Achilles looked at the despairing titans, and his expression softened.
"For the sake of potentially saving your lineage," he said, his voice now offering a sliver of hope in the vast darkness.
"I could take you all away from here. This may be a path to salvation, or, should anything happen to me, whatever my fate becomes will also be your fate."
…!
At such words, Titan-Primus Shal'garon became emotional.
He looked at his people, at the tens of thousands of radiant titans who were his family, his responsibility. He looked back at their grand, harmonic citadel, a civilization built over millennia from sound and light.
