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an: i just couldn't help myself😭 I just have to give y'all some snippets for what's to come in Act Three. I'm so excited y'all
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Achilles.
He tore through the Trojans like a thunderbolt, his movements a blur of devastating raw power. With each swing of his spear, bodies crumpled to the ground.
Men were flung aside as though they weighed nothing, their shields and weapons shattering under his assault.
His new armor gleamed like molten gold under the fading sunlight. The armor was a masterpiece—both terrifying and mesmerizing.
The breastplate shimmered with an otherworldly brilliance, etched with symbols of flames and war. The helmet bore the likeness of a snarling lion, its eyes burning with the promise of vengeance.
Even the shield on his arm seemed alive, reflecting the battlefield in a way that made it look like the chaos itself was part of his weaponry.
Gone was the shroud of mourning that had enveloped Achilles for the past week.
In its place burned a fire so intense it seemed to consume everything in its path. His face was a mask of fury, his mouth open in another primal roar as he bellowed one name over and over.
"HECTOR!" The Prince of the Phthia roared, his voice shaking the very ground. "FACE ME YOU COWARD!"
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"Ah, so you've finally arrived" your stomach twists when Agamemnon steps forward, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he addressed you with a sneer. "Perhaps you can talk some sense into your lover here."
Your jaw tightened at his words, but before you could respond, Agamemnon's gaze shifted back to Achilles. "Tell him how foolish he's been," he continued. "Tell him what his actions have done. What this means for us. What the Gods will think of this. Of him!"
"I already told you," Achilles cuts through the tension like a blade. "It was necessary."
"Necessary," Agamemnon spat, mockingly imitating Achilles' tone. "Oh really? Was chasing Hector around Troy's walls—three fucking times—necessary? Was dragging his body across the battlefield, all the way back to camp necessary? He's a Prince! Royalty! Have you lost your mind?"
Achilles stood abruptly, his spear clattering to the ground as he roared, "It was necessary!" His eyes blazed with fury as he took a step forward, the full force of his rage bearing down on Agamemnon. "Patroclus promised Hector's death would come at the end of my blade and I fulfilled that promise."