The skies trembled.
Achilles stood tall, his form bathed in the rising dawn, his arm gently around Rose's waist as the mile-long landmass beneath them shimmered with blooming forests and rivers of golden light.
Vines wove across rich, fertile soil, sprouting luminous flora as glimmering mist wreathed the surface. It floated higher-slowly, surely-until it defied gravity itself.
The Vessel of Adrastia had been born!
Currently, only he and Rose were on it as the others would soon follow after their empowerment was finished.
As such a thing happened…
His purple-gold gaze swept the horizon sharply.
He sensed something.
His eyes locked onto the far distance.
Towards the continent of twilight flame.
Towards Everburn Aerie!
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