As he carried out the action, Achilles turned to the king of Titanfall Mountain, the Forgemind, and asked quietly,
"Why is it that you seem to hold such a tremendous distaste when you look at this Ancient One, Seraphelle?"
His voice didn't hold accusation, just curiosity. The being before him—massive, commanding, terrifying—had undoubtedly wielded power unfathomable before his binding in the catacombs. And now, that same power simmered in the way his gaze burned with utter hatred toward Seraphelle.
There had to be a reason.
Achilles couldn't ignore it, and so, he asked.
The towering king's obsidian, stone-like skin shimmered with a molten luster of restrained rage, his eyes flashing crimson as they landed on Seraphelle.
