Achilles smiled.
Not the pleasant smile of courtesy.
But the kind that bloomed when the board began to move exactly as expected.
He nodded toward the Mythical Dragon still glowing with his starlight and said, voice soft and deceptively warm…
"Threats are a unique thing, aren't they? Sometimes, the ones we throw… end up coming back to bite us."
His words floated like drifting embers- gentle, but sharp enough to draw blood.
Then he turned his gaze slowly across the gathered assembly.
Dynasties. Ancient Races. Thrones of power.
But his eyes stopped and locked on a single figure seated in the distance.
The Lunaris Throne.
A man wrapped in radiant regalia and darkness interwoven, his expression as unreadable as stone.
Their gazes clashed.
For a moment, time seemed to pause.
And then Achilles smiled, his voice quiet but clear across the vastness of the Keep.
"Don't worry," he said.
His tone almost kind.
"I haven't forgotten about you."
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