Across the high skies of the Cenotaph Wild Lands, a streak of gold and violet flame parted the clouds like a sword of judgment.
Achilles' Primordial Avatar flew alone.
Or so it seemed.
Behind him, like a storm given shape, surged a growing tide of Draconic Hybrids- once Evolutius Beasts, now wholly consumed by the infectious miracle of Draconian Pathogenicity V.
Spores trailed from his wake like mist, invisible tendrils of domination that curled into the wind, drifted downward, and bloomed across the Wild Lands.
Where they touched, change followed.
One by one, grotesque and wild Evolutius Beasts jerked, shuddered, then fell still. Their bodies contorted, scales reordering into ridged plates, wings forming from bone and tendrils, horns reshaping to match his brand of Assimilations. Their cries warped into roars of devotion.
They rose not as prey.
But as soldiers.
As his Draconic Hybrids!
