The graves stretched across THE Elvarna Mining Expanse in their tens of thousands, and above them stood the last three prisoners of a dead mine as the torn sky slowly knitted itself back together.
Achilles felt the fragment of THE Sealed One settled deep within THE Primordial Realm of Assimilation, silent now, integrated now, its ancient density folded into his foundations as his Akashic Seed pulsed with an elevation that made every previous feeding feel like scraps! He was grander than he had ever been. He was more powerful than he had ever been.
And for the first time in his entire existence, he could not say with certainty that he was entirely himself.
"You okay?"
Taylor said beside him, her sharp eyes narrowing as she watched him.
"Existence keeps telling me you're fine, by the way. But existence also didn't warn me about all things here, so I've downgraded its credibility."
"I'm confirming something."
"Confirm faster. You're making me nervous, and I don't do nervous."
