The weight of an alliance settled over Achilles like atmospheric pressure from a newborn star, dense with possibility and fraught with implications.
Sun's relief was palpable…a being who had carried the burden of impossible secrets finally able to share the truth of his existence with someone who might understand the magnitude of what it meant to serve as intermediary between cosmic forces and individual consciousness.
"You and I are cool?" Sun asked, and beneath the casual phrasing lay genuine uncertainty.
His golden eyes held depths of loneliness. "I was bound not to say anything until Ethemia deemed it necessary, with most of my memories even blocked..."
The Monkey King seemed genuinely expectant for his answer, and as Achilles studied him, he saw something that he recognized.
