In an instant, Trifas lit up.
It was a magnificent, almost miraculous spectacle, visible from more than fifty kilometers away.
Spiraling starlight swept in every direction like a world-ending storm. At the same time, it swallowed Achilles and his chariot like a tsunami.
Before Achilles, the magnificent Greece World, briefly manifested again after a thousand years, now seemed like a pane of glass throwing itself at a window-breaking hammer.
Amid a series of dull cracking sounds, the Light Spear pierced straight through this world that belonged to Achilles alone.
The sun, moon, and stars turned to dust.
The sky, earth, and oceans fractured and collapsed.
Cities, wheat fields, pastures, orchards... all were destroyed in an instant.
Even the river Okeanos, said to encircle the world, evaporated beneath the endless radiance in the blink of an eye.
When the torrent of light that blotted out the sky and moon finally dispersed, Achilles came into view again-the unyielding body that had weathered countless battles in life now knelt wretchedly on the ground, almost collapsed.
Had Achilles not summoned his throwing spear again to support himself, his handsome face would probably have been getting intimately acquainted with the earth.
The sound of silver boots treading on scorched earth reached his ears.
Achilles looked up, only just beginning to think of saying something.
A mouthful of blood beat him to it, welling up in his mouth before he spat it out.
"All right, don't talk yet. Just stay put and wait to return to the Throne of Heroes."
As he spoke, Sovell gently patted his shoulder.
Although Sovell sounded just as punchable as Achilles himself had at the start, Achilles could tell that he sincerely meant it.
But!
-He still had a few trump cards left.
Several eerie black markings spread across Achilles's cheeks.