Rose said nothing for some time as if she was processsing everything, and only after a while did she breathe out.
Then she smiled…but not the warm expression of a smile.
It was something sharper, more dangerous, carrying edges that spoke to protective instincts!
"Ethemia wants you to spread your lineage across multiple species," she said. "To create dozens or hundreds of progeny…"
Rose stepped closer, her emerald eyes blazing with determination that could have ignited small suns. "Tell me honestly..do you think this strategy is necessary? Do you believe it's one of the ways to protect Arya and ensure our family's survival?"
…!
The question was heavy.
Achilles felt his consciousness processing the fundamental tension of the question.
