Adrastia.
The Inevitable Ones!
There were Eight Generations behind him as he was the Ninth and last one.
Achilles Adrastia Maxwell!
Such a name resounded in his head like ancient bells as he felt something foreign, and yet entirely of him rising up from the depths of his existence.
A sense of regality.
A sense of royalty.
Yet even amidst all of this, he couldn't help but be dazed as he looked towards his father.
He…was just a simple man. He knew this. Deep in his heart, there was no indication of this. But now…
"You are half human, half Adrastia."
His Father's deep voice came as if he could read his thoughts.
His expression was filled with remembrance as he spoke longingly at this time.
