The Myrrnith Throne did not flinch under Achilles' piercing words.
Her gaze moved calmly between him… and the three Thrones standing behind him.
As if she was analyzing exactly what worth she should give Achilles! And she came to her decision soon after.
But before she could respond.
A figure moved.
With slow, unhurried majesty.
A regal Royal Panthera Lion floated forward from among the ranks of the Pride of Aeonthar, his massive golden-blue wings parting the air as if the world itself bent to allow his passage. His fur shimmered with radiant strands of celestial azure and glistening gold, each strand of mane glowing like woven starlight.
In the center of the Keep, he halted midair.
Gloriously shining with the air of Neuronova Stage Astral Core Ascension!
Before all the Thrones, Dynasties, and Ancient Ones, his body glowed…
And began to shift.
Wings folding inward.
Fur shifting to skin.
And then…
