On a massive, illusory platinum-colored screen floating within the Sea of Thalassara, two Emperor Kings watched as the remaining Nar'Thyss were frozen, rooted where they stood, still processing the decimation and collapse of the strongest among them.
A Tier 9 Existence….Mor'dantius the Harvest King!
In the stupor that followed, the platinum screen showed their descendant, their son and grandson, holding the head of the woman he loved. He kissed her forehead lightly, a gesture of impossible tenderness amidst cosmic carnage, before his voice, a low thrum, echoed from the screen.
"Give me another second."
Thalsian and Adras watched, their own forms tense with anticipation. The image on the screen shifted!
Achilles turned, and his eyes…a swirling vortex of platinum, purple, and gold…fixed upon the thousands of remaining Nar'Thyss. A terrifying expression of power radiated from him, a pressure so immense it could be felt even through the narrative projection.
