Arkanos's amusement faded as he moved to Theron's bio.
'A guardian of the cosmos, cursed with eternal youth, rebelling against gods and serving this… Sovereign?'
His brow furrowed.
'The Abyss Sovereign's Right Hand. That title again. He called me Sovereign, and now this bio ends with him searching for this figure, thinking he's found him in me.'
Arkanos's hand tightened slightly on the altar's edge, his mind racing.
'The Abyssal Sovereign Armor, the title I earned—could they be triggering this? Or is it something deeper? The system's dropping hints, but they're vague as hell.'
Arkanos's thoughts softened as he read Aelion's bio, his smirk returning, though tinged with a wry edge.
'A high priest of a forgotten god, clinging to faith through war and betrayal, only to find no answers?'
He looked at Aelion, the regal man with golden hair and amber eyes, his white robes flowing, his silver harp humming softly.
