Achilles looked at the eight other Adrastia Emperor Kings assembled before him, his purple-gold eyes tracking each face with a kind of deliberate attention.
When he began to speak, his words were heavy.
"There are many ways that existence could play out," he began, gaze sweeping across the assembled lineage with measured precision.
"I have witnessed a considerable breadth of possibilities through the enemies I have faced and the knowledge obtained from defeating the few Nar'Thyss who fell beneath my capabilities."
He paused, consciousness organizing complex thoughts into explanations that would convey scope without drowning in unnecessary detail.
