Their descent was a silence that carried weight- an unspoken gravity that pressed upon the hearts of all who had gathered.
From the radiant Sea of Thalassara above, two figures glided down in a slow, majestic drift that stole the breath of even the most prideful Ancients.
Achilles descended first, his form wrapped in flowing garments of living starlight forged into Cataclysmic Star Armor. The radiant gold shimmer of it shifted like rivers of burning light across a robe woven from collapsing novas.
Every fold bore Runescriptures, and with each subtle motion, arcs of stellar energy danced gently in his wake. His crown, golden and sharp, hovered just above his head, casting light across his chiseled jaw and sharp purple gold eyes that gazed forward with stillness!
Beside him came Rose.
