Life was maddeningly simple and heartbreakingly complex all at once.
The world spun not necessarily with ease, but instead with orchestration.
In the background, the silent symphony of actions, bindings, betrayals, and awakenings played out through thousands of threads woven across continents, hearts, and bloodlines.
Ancient Ones moved not simply out of impulse but purpose. Calculations nested inside of calculations. And yet, when all was said and done, the outcome was laid bare, a stark and sobering simplicity.
All outcomes became…unbearably simple!
The Primordial Light of Darkness had made its move.
And Achilles had seen it for what it truly was!
The Lunaris Throne, long regarded as one of the colossus among human colonies, had been no more than a puppet with its strings expertly tangled. A pawn moved with finesse upon a vast board, its actions meant to cast Achilles as the blight, the disease, the invader.
