In front of the Tower of Life. Xar'vantheon brought Achilles forward.
His massive verdant-gold wings caught the light nearby, announcing their arrival to everyone cultivating a few miles in the periphery.
Several Living Lives looked up. Their eyes registered Xar'vantheon first, then shifted to the newcomer.
One being radiated teal brilliance…advanced integration with Living Existential Authority evident in every movement. He stood from his meditation with fluid grace, a smile crossing his features.
"Xar'vantheon!"
The greeting was warm, familiar.
"You've returned from external duties? How's the Guardian position treating you?" His tone turned teasing. "Is it not boring out there, standing watch over emptiness while the rest of us advance?"
Xar'vantheon laughed. The sound echoed across the tower's base without embarrassment as he replied.
"If I could make more progress in the Tower, I wouldn't have taken it!"
