In the Capital of the Thornveil Dynasty.
The branded Titans fell to their knees, the glowing crowns branded over their chests still pulsing.
Behind Achilles, the winds caught up at last, carrying dust and light and the war cries of those still battling in the distance.
The air smelled of war and broken history.
And high above…
Thorn King Thorndike, flanked by vine-wrapped commanders, stood atop a crumbling tower. His eyes wide.
His fists trembling.
"What… what manner of man…" he whispered.
A vine-fused Ethereal Physiology Overseer beside him sobbed as he looked at all the death and devastation.
They watched as Achilles turned his gaze, slowly and methodically, to the remaining battlefield.
Many more Titans across the Capital.
Some wounded.
Some still fighting.
Others watching in silent, frozen horror.
And Achilles?
He simply extended both hands outward.
And the crowns came again.
The newly gained quality of Marrowbrand Genesis V!
One after another.
