Mycelle looked at this representation with expression that combined hatred, fear, and grudging respect. Her verdant horns pulsed with brighter radiance as if responding to the visualized presence of their civilization's antithesis.
"This being of utterly terrible power moved with wild ambition to cover all of observable existence with the allure of death and devastation."
Her hands clenched on the armrests of her throne, knuckles whitening despite her obvious effort to maintain composure.
"The events were so horrendous, so terrifying in their scope and consequence, that most records have been deliberately suppressed. Too traumatic for current generations to fully comprehend without suffering existential damage from merely learning the details."
She turned to look at Achilles directly.
"Since you do not know, since you clearly arrived at these Testing Grounds without proper context about the broader situation…I will be the one to break the news to you, Achilles Adrastia."
