The mories he obtained were glorious ones that painted an imnsely unique picture!
They also expanded what Achilles knew a trendously as at this mont, he felt like he uniquely understood things that the vast majority of entities in these shattered folds did not!
Knowledge that THE entities hoarded jealously, understanding that separated existential significance from re power.
And at this mont, Achilles opened his eyes.
When he observed the surrounding reality of the Sacred Holy Land of Alchemy, he experienced sothing that made his breath catch in his transford chest.
He had an illusion...no, not an illusion but actual perception, as if he was seeing reality composed of waves and strings just like a THE entity would perceive it.
It had to be an illusion right? Because he knew that he had definitely not reached that stage.
The fallen citadel around him wasn’t solid tal and ancient stone anymore. It was patterns of vibrating frequencies that his enhanced consciousness could identify and categorize. The rivers of Alchemical authority flowing through the space appeared as harmonics in a greater symphony, and the defensive formations that had once seed so formidable now looked like simple arrangents of predictable wavelengths.
And when he looked up at the surroundings with this transford perception...
His eyes pulsed with imnsity that made his previous vision seem like viewing the world through foggy glass.
He could identify...Principles.
Principles relating to death hung in the ambient authority like notes waiting to be played, residue from THE Corpse Hierophant’s manifestation that had been consud but left traces in local reality. Principles relating to life pulsed faintly from Rose’s approaching form and from the deeper structures of this Sacred Holy Land.
Principles of dreams shimred around THE Endless Dream’s manifestation in patterns that matched what he now carried within himself. And Principles of Alchemy saturated everything in this citadel, fundantal truths about transformation and transmutation just waiting for him to pull upon their power and use it.
They were all there. All accessible. All within reach of his expanded understanding.
As he processed this revolutionary shift in perception, prompts blood before his awareness with details about what his desperate actions had actually accomplished.
|EXISTENTIAL RESET COMPLETE|
|You have forcefully Assimilated Existential Corruption and its resultant state of corruption, the Malford Abomination.|
|This action should have been impossible. Corruption is consequence, not resource. The Malford Abomination was symptom of failure, not material for consumption. And yet your Way of Assimilation recognized no such distinction.|
|Due to this unprecedented integration, your existence has undergone a full reset.|
|New Capability Unlocked: Existential Corruption Resistance|
|Current Resistance Percentage: 10%|
|This resistance will reduce the rate at which future Assimilations contribute to Existence Corruption Value, allowing for more aggressive consumption without triggering catastrophic transformation.|
|Additional Capability Evolution Detected|
|From Assimilating the Malford Abomination itself, your thod of Assimilation has fundantally changed.|
|Assimilation is now possible with anything within a 10-ter proximity.|
|The requirent of physical touch has been eliminated.|
|You can now consu authority, matter, and existence within your range without establishing direct contact.|
...!
Achilles watched these prompts cascade down his vision as his eyes still blazed with mory and power that hadn’t fully settled into stable configuration. The implications of what he’d just gained were heavy...no longer needing to touch targets ant he could Assimilate at range, could consu multiple entities simultaneously, could threaten beings who thought maintaining distance would keep them safe.
Rose rushed toward his side with desperate relief flooding her features, her transford body closing the distance between them with speed that spoke to how terrified she’d been while watching his corrupted form rampage.
Her hands reached for him, needing to confirm he was actually present and conscious rather than hollow shell driven by mindless hunger.
"Little Fatty?"
He reassured her gently, but his eyes flashed with cold focus as they looked past her toward the distant figure of THE Sovereign Catalyst.
The collapsed leader of Alchemy had maintained cautious distance throughout the Malford Abomination’s rampage, and he continued that caution now as he observed the impossible recovery that had just occurred. His liquid-tal features showed calculation and growing concern as he assessed the small humanoid figure that had erged from consuming its own corruption.
Sothing had changed.
And THE Sovereign Catalyst was intelligent enough to recognize threat even when he couldn’t fully understand its nature.
At this mont, Achilles’s hands moved with deliberate intent.
He wanted to see if he could grasp the Principles of Existence that his transford perception now revealed, wanted to test whether his new capability to Assimilate without touch could actually threaten a manifestation of THE.
The Principles of Existence relating to Alchemy saturating this Sacred Holy Land responded to his will with eagerness that surprised him, fundantal truths about transformation and transmutation orienting toward his consciousness like iron filings drawn to magnet. He could feel them, could almost taste them, could sense how they connected to the authority that THE Sovereign Catalyst wielded.
And ten ters wasn’t nearly enough range to reach the distant collapsed leader directly.
But it was enough to begin pulling on the ambient Principles themselves, enough to start drawing the fundantal truths of Alchemy toward his position rather than allowing them to remain dispersed throughout the citadel.
THE Sovereign Catalyst’s copper-green eyes widened as he sensed what was happening, felt the Principles of Existence nearby suddenly straining toward the small figure floating in purple-gold radiance.
"What are you doing?!"
The question erged with genuine alarm rather than re anger, because what Achilles was attempting shouldn’t have been possible for any being below THE distinction.
Principles responded to THE entites differently. Soone lesser should not be able to do what was being done!
And yet the fundantal truths of Principles of Existence nearby, which consisted a great deal relating to Alchemy, continued drifting toward Achilles’s position with acceleration that suggested they recognized his transford perception as legitimate claim on their attention.
His hands continued moving, pulling, gathering Principles toward himself while THE Sovereign Catalyst watched with expression shifting towards more caution!
And Achilles began to see waves of glory.
|You have begun to temporarily access and use multiple Grand Principles relating to the Concept of Alchemy that make up nearby Existence.|
Temporarily.
Achilles’s eyes flashed as when he looked at these mathematical equations that made up existence, these Principles of Existence...he found himself wondering...why not just Assimilate them too?
"..."
No, really. Why not?
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