Achilles raised his eyes.
Golden waves of Planar Destiny coiled and shimmered all around the Triarcan Keep- dense, layered, flowing in complex tides that only a few could even perceive. But to him, they were visible, and now, increasingly decipherable.
His gaze remained cold and analytical.
He saw possible fates unraveling.
Threads of fortune and ruin coiling above every force that had arrived.
Dynasties.
Supreme Forces.
Ancient Ones.
Each surrounded by a halo of golden threads, none of which escaped his notice.
As he silently watched, the Vessel of Adrastia began its descent into the Keep.
The platform below them glowed faintly with Runescripture as they neared the central receiving point of the Triarcan Keep.
And there, waiting in the skies were two figures.
One was a Luminblood Stage Astral Core Ascension human from the Myrrnith Dynasty. The other was a Luminblood Astral Core Ascension Winged Lion from the Pride of Aeonthar.
