Achilles rose into the air, and the regality he emanated was blinding in its intensity as authority radiated from his form in waves that made the surrounding temple seem dim by comparison.
Right now, a regal emperor's verdant robe of life was wrapping around his stellar form as it wove itself from the ambient authority he had claimedm…reality itself acknowledging his elevated status by manifesting appropriate vestments without requiring conscious direction.
Above his head, a floating radiant verdant crown spun slowly in perfect circles, and verdant-gold leaves and flowers of light rotated around it gloriously while creating a halo of absolute sovereignty that marked him as something other than what conventional Living Lives could achieve.
Mycelle looked into his eyes, and she felt her existence go rigid with shock.
