Aerys listened in silence—like, truly listened.

Not with the restless impatience of a Crown waiting for his turn to speak, but with the stillness of a man who understood that some words lost their weight the moment they were interrupted. He allowed Zeik's words to land with the impact he intended ...

Aerys was quiet for a long while after Zeik spoke.

The air around them grew thin, as if the world itself awaited the young man's reply to this vestige of prophecy before him— but in Aerys’ mind, things moved less like prophecy and more like… calculations.

“..Raethos? Temples of who?”

Aerys had ...

“A stranger?”

He thought to himself, suddenly encumbered with a world of questions and not enough time to ask them. Still, for a moment, Aerys said nothing. The wind had settled again in his silence, and the haze between them pulsed faintly with the weight of Zeik’s words.

He let the words ...

Aerys blinked against the haze, the faint shimmer of heat still curling from his skin as the figure before him turned.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. The man standing in the ruin didn’t look like a myth — didn’t feel like one either. There was no crown, no divine radiance, no grandiose sign of the ...

Aerys cut through the sky like a comet , a streak of living flame against the cold expanse of the sky above. The wind screamed past his ears, tearing across his face as desert and dune unfurled beneath him in endless waves of gold.

In time, the sands of the Acrix faded into a haze behind him ...

Aerys leaned back in his chair, letting Nagase’s words wash over the chamber like a tide he neither resisted nor challenged. Mm.. the lass has a point , he thought. The people of the Acrix, while all independently steadfast and powerful one their own, would benefit from a sense direction in the face ...

Aerys had been silent for longer than usual — too long, in fact. He'd dropped back into his chair once everyone started talking again. Inari was first, before Nagase Hellgate strolled on through—without an invitation for that matter. The tension in the chamber had already been coiled like a drawn ...

The murmurs of the Crowns faded into a low hum, like wind pressed between iron gates. Aerys sat forward, elbows on the table, fingers steepled beneath his chin. His eyes, sharp and sunlit even in the dim hall, wandered across the assembled faces —not in reverence, but in assessment. Appraisal.

He ...

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The skies above Acrix Solara split with a deep, echoing boom as a violet streak cut through the clouds like a falling star. Citizens and guards alike craned their necks as the sound thundered across the clouds, followed by a rush of displaced air that rattled windows and ...

Tal’m sat without a word, his weathered face unreadable as Aerys began to recount everything. The battle. The girl. The transformation. The thing beneath her skin. Ulduin.

Aerys spared no detail.

He described how it wasn’t just raw strength—but endless strength. Like fighting an eternal engine of ...