It wasn't a boast.
It was a reality.
Their future, secured.
The golden throne beneath her seemed to hum in agreement.
Behind her, the towering crystalline castle Achilles had raised for them, a monument of silver and translucent gold, caught the rising sunlight, casting prismatic rainbows through the air.
Farther behind that, hidden within the bioluminescent forest, the Life Spring pulsed, a heartbeat of power where Achilles' true body, her Little Fatty, her Little King, worked in silence to refine his Bloodline.
Rose closed her hand, the bubble of water and the Aurelfins vanishing back into the Sea above.
She turned her gaze back to Dr. Shaw and others.
"To be in the Adrastia Dynasty," she said, "means to be stronger, healthier, fed, whole. We will take in every city we can, every person willing to walk the new path. And King Primal will make sure they can live to the fullest."
Nyxaria bowed her head slightly.
Luna smiled truly for the first time in days.
