The Titan Dwarves turned their eyes toward the figure of Achilles, who had spoken so brazenly. They remained silent—not from fear or confusion, but because he had presented Panaceas of such purity- fruits of utter wonder shining in purple and gold as they rivaled the legendary Grand Core Anvil once stolen by the ancient land of Sanctarith Ultara.
They knew he was a unique and eccentric being!
You could see it in their eyes—the other Titan Dwarves didn't dare disparage or question Achilles. Not after witnessing the wonder he had conjured.
So instead, they turned toward King Darrun Flamewake, whose calm, steady gaze settled on Achilles with something close to stern admonishment. And then, with a voice ancient and deep, he finally spoke.
