After the half-month phenomenon where rivers of Authority had converged across the Sea of Thalassara and even rippled across the Adrastia Continent, no answers had come. No confirmations. No grand revelations.
Just that voice.
I! Have! Arrived!
Those words continued to linger in the bones of those who heard it. Yet no being, no matter how exalted, had managed to discover exactly what had been born in that moment. And now… calm had returned.
A stretched, eerie calm.
In this silence, as many came and went from the Primal Neon Tower seeking answers, they were gently but decisively turned away.
Because the one person they wanted answers from… Achilles Adrastia Maxwell, was no longer receiving anyone.
He had better things to do.
He had a Queen.
And now… a daughter.
Far away from the center of the world, beyond the known reaches of Humans and Ancients, there lay a place shrouded in whispered fear.
