The world beneath Achilles was shifting.
No, not shifting, but rising.
The golden-purple scaffolding, woven from endless seas of Runescriptures, formed a dome that cradled the broken Capital of Thornveil.
Ancient roots of Evolutius Energy and Primordial Energy constructs wove together in an impossibly intricate web, dense, luminous, alive as it did not even need the other materials that the Titan Dwarves normally required!
It rose higher and higher, like a crown of devastation reborn into defiance.
Above them, the Titanwall Dome blossomed further, circular layers unfurling in widening arcs, its surface etched with a symphony of Living Script. It wrapped the city in a shell of protection not even a Celestbone Stage Astral Core Ascension power could breach.
A fortress against the world.
A bastion.
Achilles stood at the very heart of it all.
His arms outstretched.
His body exhaled energy not with strain, but command.
