Silence.
In the vast expanse beyond the Planar Barrier, silence was not merely the absence of sound.
It was a living thing, ancient and profound, wrapping around Achilles like the embrace of space itself.
Here, in the infinite cathedral of space, every breath he took seemed to echo with the weight of stars!
Breath…when there was not even air.
But he could breathe!
His Adrastia Emperor King Lineage felt like finally, it could breathe its native air!
His body floated motionless, suspended in the cosmic void, yet within him, power surged with a complexity that defied comprehension.
The moment his form had pierced through the translucent veil that protected his home plane, something fundamental had shifted.
The Adrastia Emperor King Lineage, he realized with a clarity, was never meant for planetary confines!
Space.
This was home. The true home!
