In a certain Stunted Observable Existence.
The Sea of Thalassara glowed blue-gold around them, currents of restored warmth moving through waters that had survived THE Great Archean Flood and emerged transformed, deeper in color and denser in the Civilizational resonance threading through every current.
Achilles sat up with purpose and shock, the motion abrupt enough that it carried its own announcement.
Rose looked at him immediately with radiant flaming green eyes that tracked the shift in his expression with the precision of someone who had learned to read him across years of shared existence.
Her Little Fatty had done something big!
Her fiery hair drifted around her shoulders in the gentle currents of the sea, her fair skin catching the blue-gold light with the quality that made her stunning in environments that had nothing to do with combat or cultivation.
"What happened?"
She asked.
"THE Braneworld Observable Existence," Achilles said, "is absolutely nuts."
