"They knew that given just dozens of years, perhaps a few hundred at most, the Adrastia Emperor Kings would likely become stronger than all of them combined. So they did what powerful entities always do when faced with a threat they cannot directly confront…they schemed."
The display around them darkened, stars dimming as if in mourning for what was to come.
"They turned subordinates against their masters, planted seeds of betrayal within the ranks of those sworn to serve the Adrastia line. They began to hunt us, generation after generation, seeking to cleanse our lineage from existence entirely before we could reach our full potential."
As the words left his lips, Achilles felt his hand begin to tremble with barely contained rage.
The injustice of it, the calculated cruelty of entities so secure in their position that they would orchestrate genocide rather than risk fair competition, burned in his chest!
