Purple, gold, and white flames raged without mercy!
The skies trembled from his emotions alone.
Golden Aeonic Chains rippled outward like titanic serpents of order, latching onto the clouds and sky itself. They clanked and groaned as if pulled straight from the foundations of the world, each one etched with ancient Primordial authority.
Yet even in the face of this stellar fury, the figure of the Primordial Light of Darkness laughed.
Not the chuckle of a jester. The regal amusement of a being who knew too much, had done too much.
"Until next time," he intoned.
HUUM!
And just like that, he vanished. Selamira followed a heartbeat later as his shadowy hand was on her head.
And the skies just burned with authority.
No trails. No sound. Only empty, flame-lit skies.
Achilles remained alone.
His crown hovered, regal and magisterial.
His sun spun, majestic and untouchable!
