Achilles stepped back, his gaze locked with the eyes of the Princess of the Atlantian Behemoth Tribes.
For a moment, he felt like the villain.
Atlana's figure trembled, his words finally registering fully in her mind. He'd told her, plainly, that he would use her to do exactly what her people feared most.
And now, bound, unable to move or access her Primordial Energy, her mind teetered on the edge of breaking.
Even Rose, who had been glaring at the fish-tailed royal moments before, shifted her attention toward Achilles, her interest in slapping Atlana entirely gone.
"So, my King is playing mind games now?"
She called him with his other distinction with familiar affection, even as Achilles glanced down at Atlana's frozen form. His eyes drifted toward the horizon outside the Kingdom of Neon, where one Atlantian Commander and an Ancient Millennium Acheron Phoenix still waited for a signal from the princess herself.
