The vacuum of space carried no sound, yet somehow the silence itself seemed to thrum with anticipation as Achilles approached the massive industrial operation that sprawled across the spatial void.
His transformed appearance…that of a middle-aged scholar wrapped in deceptively simple white robes, moved with the unhurried confidence of someone who belonged exactly where he was, even as alarms began to cascade through the Astral Forge Consortium's forces!
The first to notice his approach was a patroling entity whose gravitational signature blazed with the distinctive authority of an Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendent.
The figure's uniform bore the unmistakable design of the Consortium he had seen in his Continuum Visions time and time again…sleek, utilitarian fabric that seemed to drink in starlight, with the symbol of a massive stellar hammer emblazoned across the right chest in threads that pulsed with their own inner radiance.
