The statement hit the gathered Members with force that made several physically recoil, and Achilles felt their collective attention sharpen as they processed implications of what their Overseer had just declared.
Before they could vocalize questions or objections, before conscious thought could organize into coherent protest, Achilles continued floating toward the throne with calm inevitability that implied he'd already determined the outcome of this interaction.
He ascended the verdant-gold stairs without hesitation or deference to symbolic significance, and upon reaching the platform, he turned and settled himself onto the throne with movements of complete comfort in positions of absolute authority.
The seat accepted his presence without resistance as living wood seemed to reshape itself slightly to accommodate his form while leaves and flowers accelerated their orbital patterns around him.
