In a region of Star Sea Beta-13, trapped within the imperial purple veil that smothered light-years, the laughter of Nar'Thyss echoed.
Elara, the central Level Zero Scale Nar'Thyss, drifted forward slightly, her world-sized butterfly form eclipsing the dying stars. Her voice, a narrative decree that resonated through Achilles's very being, was laced with amused contempt.
"Va'thos, Xylar… stand down," she commanded, addressing her blood-red and cerulean blue companions.
"This little spark of defiance is mine. It's been eons since I've had the chance to personally extinguish an insect that dared buzz too loudly. Let me show this…insect… just how insignificant its struggles truly are."
Va'thos, the embodiment of war's Fable, cackled. "As you wish, Elara. Do try not to crush it too quickly. Its Fable has a certain… desperate charm."
Xylar, the blue Nar'Thyss of cold logic, remained silent, its very stillness an assessment of Achilles's negligible threat.
