Above them, the skies burned with the fury of cosmic titans locked in battle!
Stellar forces clashed, their violence painting aurora streams across Aethermoor's atmosphere in colors that had no names.
Yet here, in the shadow of that celestial war, something far more intimate was unfolding.
The witches and sorcerers who had risen to greet their unexpected savior found themselves caught in a moment of profound disorientation!
This mysterious figure, this being who had arrived at their darkest hour and somehow orchestrated their salvation…spoke to them as if he had known them for centuries.
Worse, he spoke a name with casual familiarity that suggested knowledge no outsider should possess.
"Archon Stellarix Morwyn."
The words carried weight beyond their simple syllables.
Without waiting for a response, Achilles began moving toward the tallest tower of their capital…the Verdant Tower that housed the seat of their civilization's power.
