She was magnificent in the way that stellar phenomena were magnificent…beautiful but fundamentally dangerous, possessed of a perfection that spoke of forces barely contained beneath a civilized exterior.
Her apparent age suggested someone in their early thirties, but Achilles could sense the weight of centuries in her bearing, the accumulated authority of someone who had commanded fleets and decided the fates of many lives.
This ridiculous woman wss at least a fee hundred years old.
A monster to deal with!
Her figure was sheathed in a military uniform that seemed to have been crafted from liquid starlight, its silver surface reflecting not just ambient illumination but somehow managing to capture and redirect the light of distant stars.
Her hair fell in waves of pure white that seemed to move with their own internal currents, while her eyes held depths that showed Achilles the uncomfortable depth of looking into the heart of a pulsar!
