First, it was Luna, an advanced human, who stated that Achilles was not like them.
Then came King Darrun Flamewake of the Primordial Age. He, too, declared the same: Achilles was not like them either.
The Primordial Age rejected him. The Evolutius Age cast him aside as well.
So where exactly did he belong?
As they watched the image of an entity bathed in radiant purple-gold brilliance, with wings of celestial light and a halo wielded like a weapon against a Phoenix- they affirmed a single, undeniable truth.
He could not be human.
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KAA!
A phoenix's scream tore through the sky as green-gold blood erupted into the air.
Blood that shimmered like gold.
Whenever such blood was seen, it called to mind the races of old- ancient beings, long extinct. For only they bled gold.
At this moment, the figure of the Millennium Acheron Phoenix warped- disappearing from one place, reappearing miles away. Her left wing, bloody and cut, dripped molten starlight.
