A commotion rippled through the Triarcan Keep.
The murmurs of many gathered forces stirred with unease as subtle waves of rising Primordial Energy crackled in the air. Several beings stood taller, their auras tightening. Thrones pulsed faintly. Ancient Ones narrowed their eyes.
And at the center of it all, Achilles had analyzed many things as at this time…he simply smiled.
It was not the smile of peace.
It was the kind of smile that appeared right before a calculated fire burned through every falsehood in the room.
His posture was relaxed, hands behind his back. His eyes held a glint of amusement- measured, cold.
"Oh," he said lightly, "so it's just about fates and wills intertwining, then."
He glanced toward Alukarth, the Crown Prince of the Royal Panthera Lineage.
"I see now. Once humans elect Ancient Ones to rule over them, Planar Destiny naturally wraps itself around their chosen leaders… and in turn, it flows into the Ancient Ones, yes?"
His tone was casual.
Innocent.
