The tower pulsed with quiet tension.
Achilles' Primordial Avatar stood at the heart of it all, silent as the sea he had raised.
Around him, th newly-armed beings clutched their Living Cataclysmic Star Weapons as they continued to marvel at their capability.
Then, he moved.
The vines beneath his feet, those glorious luminous strands of purple-gold light, breathed to life. They unfurled slowly, with an elegance that none could mimic.
They slithered across the same colored crystal and stone of the Primal Neon Tower's summit and found the hands of each Overseers or Throne.
One by one, they wrapped around their wrists, gently without asking for permission.
No one flinched.
None resisted.
Then…a pulse.
BOOM!
Waves of golden and violet brilliance surged from Achilles' core, flowing through the vines like blood made from starlight and memory.
