When existence gives you adversity, you make the best you can from it.
Right now, Achilles could not change anything about this terrifying Mansa Zulu. He could not stop the Miniature Cause that was washing across Observable Existence. He could not protect the half of all lifeforms who would not survive the selection that had been imposed upon them without consent or warning.
So he would make the best that he could of it.
The flood was one such thing. These white waves crashing through his existence carried authority from one of THE Greatest Causes in all of reality. They were designed to force evolution, to elevate those capable of persevering while eliminating those who could not adapt quickly enough.
Most beings would simply experience the effects.
Achilles would Assimilate them.
