A Continent! I

Lancelot of the Glacivane Dynasty stood silently above the frozen expanse, his gaze never leaving the figure of the young man below.

Achilles Adrastia Maxwell.

Or as the whispers he was told begun to call him…Emperor King Adrastia.

Lancelot watched closely as the young ruler raised his hands, the cold air around him shimmering with raw, pulsing force. Waves of Evolutius Energy, a rich violet deeper than the darkest dusk, burst forth. They came alive with threads of starlight, weaving and folding into Runescriptures that sparkled as if the skies themselves had been spun into sigils.

Lancelot narrowed his eyes, his senses, sharpened by centuries, tracing the currents of power. Within the young man's body, he could see it- seas of Evolutius Energy flooded his blood and bones, but it was not Evolutius Energy as Lancelot knew it. It shimmered, thick and lustrous, but wreathed in starlight, as though a star lived within every drop.