Achilles’ jaw buzzed, his hands curling into fists at his sides. His crown flickered as his breathing slowed.
These were humans.
And yet when given commands to kill, they did so freely as they did not put the responsibility on their hands at all.
For these beings...
He would judge out of necessity.
The Adrastia Continent could not be built on rot!
He raised a hand.
HUUM!
Draconian Pathogenicity VI pulsed from his chest like a drumbeat.
Spores shifted within every vessel they’d entered. With a re thought, he could and had already unraveled the truth.
And when he did, he would choose who rose with him into the skies.
And who stayed below.
Buried!
The skies shimred with runes the color of ancient starlight.
Achilles hovered silently, the soft burn of Gamma Radiation still threading through his being.
Each pulse laced through his blood, burning away hesitation and doubt.
The transformation he had accepted within himself wasn’t rely an increase in power or conquest.
It was the weight to do things others could not dream of doing.
He didn’t think of himself as righteous. The word felt hollow when applied to soone like him. No sanctity glowed in his chest, no pristine purpose whispered softly in his mind.
He didn’t need it.
He had a person to love and protect.
He had a people to lift.
And in that stillness above the rising Capital of the Lunaris Dynasty, he acknowledged the truth that made his pulse steady.
He did not consider himself a judge.
He simply chose who entered and who didn’t.
The floating city beneath him was imnse- veins of silver and violet light outlining skyscrapers, platforms, ancient monunts of Lunaris design.
The structures were now slowly detaching from the land itself. Entire districts ascended in a graceful vertical ballet, clouds forming around their edges as atmospheric pressure warped from the elevation.
The colony was rising.
And with it, his choice!
Beside him, Rose floated with erald flas softly licking at her hair, her verdant gaze steady, knowing. She didn’t speak, didn’t ask.
She understood what he was doing.
But she also knew he wouldn’t let her bear the weight of it.
He t her eyes for only a mont and gave her the faintest smile. No words were needed.
He would carry this.
For her and for himself!
He raised his right fist, slow and asured, and his voice echoed like thunder through the capital, amplified by power and unbending intent.
"Hear ."
A hum vibrated through the stone and steel of the city.
From the heavens, vast illusory screens unfolded, forged from Runescripture and dominion. They hovered like grand mirrors above every district. In the deepest slums and the highest towers, people looked upward- first in awe, then in dread.
One by one, the faces began to appear.
Overseers. Commanders. Ethereal Physiology Masters. Scientists. Advisors.
n and won whom the city knew.
Whom many feared.
Their nas were etched in silence on every corner of the capital- whispers of the ones who took families in the night, who ordered the disappearance of children, who stood idle as the Lunaris Throne proclaid cities heretical and reduced them to smoke.
Now, their faces were laid bare before all.
Achilles’ voice filled the air again, every word slow, every syllable lined with glory!
"These beings followed the Lunaris Throne without pause. They did not rebel. They did not refuse. They executed, covered, and celebrated the orders of genocide. Of sacrifice. Of experintation. Of massacre."
He hovered between Rose and Nyxaria, his form ablaze with glowing lines of Evolutius and Primordial energy. His Sun and Crown radiated silent authority as his image appeared on the screen itself!
His voice dropped in timbre, each word weighted with the finality of a verdict.
"Since they acted like Beasts, then Beasts they shall beco."
The world paused.
The image of one Overseer appeared- a man with steel gray hair, trembling as if he had sohow known. His figure convulsed. Bones snapped. His body twisted as grotesque, scale-covered skin began to overtake flesh. His mouth gaped in a silent scream as cognition faded from his glowing eyes.
Then- he was gone.
His body lifted violently into the sky, dragged like refuse from the colony. He arced downward and plumted into the Cenotaph Wild Lands, a beast without mory.
A mindless husk!
The screen pulsed again.
Hundreds. Then thousands.
So cried out, pleading. Others tried to proclaim innocence. But Achilles had seen. Their mories were already known. Their guilt inscribed in the very air they breathed.
And none were spared.
Limb by limb, mind by mind, human forms bent and shifted. Scales grew. Eyes hollowed. Screams beca howls.
Then they were flung, cast from the rising capital like curses being exorcised.
Rose stood still beside him, her entire body rippling with restraint. Her flas, deep green and edged with violet, roared behind her. But she held them back.
Because to her- every mindless form thrown away was a reminder.
Of them.
The children who vanished.
The mothers slaughtered.
The families butchered like they ant nothing.
She could burn all of them and not feel guilt.
And it took all she had not to.
Below, the city quaked from catharsis.
Tears flowed in quiet alleys where families recognized the faces on the screen. The n who had once knocked down their doors. The won who had laughed during executions. They were gone now one by one!
So fell to their knees and wept.
Others cheered, their fists raised high.
The impossible had happened.
Justice had taken form.
And at its heart stood a man whose voice echoed one final ti.
His form, glorious and terrifying, hung in the skies above the city.
"To the rest of you," he said, his tone solemn and final.
"Welco to the Adrastia Dynasty."
The skies rumbled.
The illusory screens fractured like glass and vanished into shimring dust.
Achilles lowered his hand.
And with Rose burning beside him, and Nyxaria standing silently at his flank, the three vanished from the sky- leaving behind a rising capital going to a pre set direction and a heavy silence!
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