The echoes of their unified declaration, "Let's get started!", still hung in the luminescent water of the underwater castle!
The air, if it could be called that, thrummed with a new, dangerous energy.
Three generations of Adrastia Emperor Kings and a Primordial Genome Empress, united not just by blood but by a shared, audacious purpose.
Thalsian was already pacing, his massive form radiating an impatience that made the water around him gently boil. Adras stood with his hands clasped behind his back, the very picture of an Emperor already running through strategic calculations.
Rose, her water form shimmering, had a dangerous, brilliant light in her emerald eyes as she smiled.
But as they stood on the precipice of their grand campaign, Achilles went still. His head tilted slightly, his platinum-flecked eyes losing focus as his vast, multi-dimensional consciousness detected a ripple in the grand narrative, a story beat he had been monitoring reaching an unexpected juncture.
