The scene was one that would make lesser men tremble—if not from the raw power on display, then from the implications alone.
Even advanced humans at the Ethereal Physiology Master level would shake their heads at the sight. It mirrored the makings of a nightmare—one they hoped would never become their reality.
A massive Dreadnought sent by the Lunaris Throne loomed above them, its crescent-shaped vessel dominating the skies. Its Phase Crescent Cannons—weapons that could decimate Ethereal Physiology Masters—were all aimed directly at them.
And yet, Achilles floated upward.
His purple and golden pupils stared at the ship with defiance, his gaze cutting through the threat with unfathomable coldness.
As if he were the one asking the Dreadnought—how dare it stand above him? How dare it presume to impose over him!?
