The authority of Ancient Ones bloomed!
The skies above the Cenotaph Wild Lands shimmered with Primordial Authority.
Selamira hovered silently, her one remaining hand gloved in a glove of black brilliance. Her body began to be bathed with Primordial Authority as a golden headdress and robe of pure energy wrapped around her and fluttered with the winds stirred by the buildup of cataclysmic force all around them.
She didn't speak again. She needed to gauge the extent of his power.
Below, the solitary figure of Achilles stood unmoved on the radiant landmass that was the Vessel of Adrastia, grounded into the Wild Lands below. The golden rivers of the Vessel pulsed softly around his feet. His weapon, Osteo Aegiron, rested beside him like a closed flower of annihilation.
All around him, encircling him in a silent, titanic ring, stood the armies of the Ancient Ones as they began to move!
The Royal Panthera Lions emerged first.
