The air in the Primal Neon Tower crackled with awe, palpable enough to be felt across the vast continent of Adrastia, its rising grandeur still settling over the land.
The weapons floated down, spinning like celestial bodies, a testament to the craftsmanship of a man whose very bloodline could craft wonders.
Achilles stood, silent and unyielding, as his creations descended around him, each glowing with potential and ancient power.
His Primordial Avatar's gaze swept over the collection- his living masterpieces. Each weapon, born of the Living Forge Physiology, pulsed with vitality, awaiting its rightful wielder.
From the Thalassarian Sovereign Trident to the Aurelfin Tidepiercer, from Astral Severance to the Stellar Aegis of Adrastia, each weapon carried its own breath, its own life force.
At the center of the grand chamber, the group he had summoned waited in stunned silence.
