The Sea of Thalassara had become witness to something unprecedented…three Adrastia Emperor Kings, grandfather, father, and son, standing together!
The luminescent waters around them seemed to pulse with the weight of this impossibility.
Thalsian looked between his son and grandson, his massive frame radiating the kind of authority that made space defer to his presence.
When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of someone processing revelations that rewrote millennia of understanding.
"So let me affirm what you've just told me," he said, his blue-gold hair moving in currents that shouldn't have existed.
"We now know the true identity of the manipulators…these Outsiders, these Nar'Thyss, who have been steering events for thousands of years like we're all characters in their shitty plays."
His expression darkened, becoming something that would have sent armies fleeing.
