Achilles was currently flying high.
High on the fact that he continued to Assimilate multiple Grand Principles simultaneously, his existence expanding with each fundantal truth he integrated into his being. He was even reaching out to Principles that had reached the levels of Singularity, truths so foundational that Grand Principles themselves were built upon their fraworks.
The more he Assimilated these unique rulings of Existence, these equations that governed how reality functioned at its deepest levels, the more he felt like he could see. He was becoming more and more aware of The First Tongue that made everything, the language underlying all Principles and all truths and all aspects of Observable Existence.
He was becoming more and more aware of it with each consumption, and in the case of the Phone of Earth that he had grasped, the understanding had crystallized into sothing practical and imdiately useful. To him, it felt more like a shield that he could use any way that he wanted. He could use the shield to batter soone to death with its weight and solidity, or he could use the sa shield to defend against an attack from a THE Surface Depth entity by invoking its principle of stability and endurance.
It was a weapon that could be used for vastly different results simply depending on his intent when wielding it.
And this was the power he gained from just a single letter of the language of Existence. It made him all the more expectant regarding the power he could wield if he understood more of them, if he could eventually speak in sentences composed of multiple Phones working in harmony.
So right now, as he got closer and closer to the trail of THE Corpse Hierophant through information gleaned from Assimilated Principles, he continued relentlessly consuming more than six Principles simultaneously. His existence burned with integration as fundantal truths of death and endings and transition poured into his being alongside what he had already claid.
After so ti of tracking the usage of Principles related to death that THE Corpse Hierophant had utilized one way or another, leaving traces in reality that soone with sufficient understanding could follow like footprints in snow...
BOOM!
He broke into a region that sought to deny him entry.
Barriers composed of authority from multiple THE entities rose against his approach, wards constructed hastily but with considerable power behind them. They pushed back against his presence with force that would have stopped anything below THE distinction cold.
Achilles’s body beca surrounded by incandescent purple-gold light as he raised his hand and began writing strokes in the air before him. His fingers moved with precision that ca from understanding rather than practice, tracing patterns that his consciousness recognized as fundantal truth.
The Phone of Earth began to erge under his direction.
A bronze Letter of Existence gradually took shape, shining with incandescent allure and radiating a sense of solidity and stability that made the surrounding space feel insubstantial by comparison. The symbol was not yet fully complete, still forming under his careful strokes, but its re partial presence carried weight that exceeded the barriers arrayed against him.
Simply with him forming it where it was not even fully complete, the resistance that had been set up was shredded apart as he utilized the erging Phone like a battering ram. The wards collapsed, the barriers dissolved, and reality itself parted before authority that it recognized as more fundantal than anything the THE entities had constructed.
He pierced through and arrived in a space between spaces.
...!
Achilles was astonished at what he saw.
He felt the weavings of Principles here still flickering with the light of multiple THE entities, traces of their presence lingering in ways that confird they had been here recently. Very recently.
But he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the major thing that remained standing at the center of this domain between spaces.
A ridiculously massive and stable doorway shining in glorious gold dominated the entire region with presence that made everything else seem insignificant. When he looked at its surroundings and at the doorway itself, they shone with the sa stability as if they were made up of Principles directly rather than rely constructed through authority. This was not sothing THE entities had built. This was sothing fundantal, sothing that had existed long before any of them had achieved their distinctions.
And even though he had no idea what was on the other side, he could already feel his existence buzzing as his very cells seed excited to find out exactly what lay beyond. His Way of Assimilation recognized whatever emanated from that doorway as sothing worth consuming!
But his gaze beca entirely cautious as he processed the implications of what he was observing.
It seed THE Corpse Hierophant had truly managed to pull the impossible, likely bringing together the Keys of the other Collapsed leaders of Civilizations and opening this gateway into a domain that seed to have been re legend among all of them during the Age of Collapse. They had actually cooperated, had actually set aside eons of conflict to combine what they had been killing each other over.
They had entered into this place, and this should be the reason why the authorities of the Civilizations of death and Alchemy and Life were rising up in strength so rapidly. Whatever lay beyond that doorway was accelerating their recovery beyond anything normal cultivation could achieve.
As Achilles calculated and sensed everything around him, weighing risks against potential rewards with mind that processed information at speeds only THE entities could achieve, a mont later his eyes flashed with sense of hunger that he didn’t bother suppressing.
He shot toward the gateway without any hesitation.
He wasn’t scared of any confrontations. He had consud two THE manifestations already and achieved THE Surface Depth through thods that defied conventional understanding. Whatever lay on the other side, he would see it for himself and determine whether it represented threat or opportunity.
As he passed through the golden threshold, the sensation of utter purity and wonder perated across his existence in waves that made his previous experiences with concentrated authority seem diluted by comparison.
WAP!
He felt like he had traversed through a wormhole as different aspects of Existence beca inverted and reverted over and over again, his consciousness struggling to maintain coherent perception through transitions that seed designed to disorient anything attempting passage. But his foundation held firm, his achieved Depth providing stability that carried him through the disorienting journey.
He was spat out into a glorious place soon after.
A place that the mont he arrived, his existence began to buzz as if he was a man who had wandered ancient deserts for years and finally arrived in regions that held endless water. Every aspect of his being scread to consu, to drink deeply from abundance that surrounded him on all sides.
He felt extrely pure Civilizational Authority shining gold and white in the surroundings, concentrations so dense that simply breathing here would accelerate cultivation beyond anything achievable in normal Observable Existence. His entire existence wanted to begin devouring it right away, instincts of his Way pushing him toward imdiate consumption.
But he held himself back as he looked around with caution that overrode hunger.
Golden clouds perated over stellar landscapes extending for Gigaparsecs in every direction, their surfaces shimring with light that contained aning beyond simple illumination. River passageways of liquid gold flowed through the atmosphere in networks that defied conventional geotry, carrying currents of THE Civilizational Authority so pure that even observing them felt like nourishnt.
Floating mountainous landscapes crowned with crystallized white glows gravitated across different regions like stars scattered across impossible sky, each peak radiating Phones of The First Tongue in visible form.
It was wonder beyond anything he had imagined.
After a few seconds of taking in this magnificent environnt, as if his existence had received new information from the surrounding Existence itself, prompts blood before his awareness with weight that demanded attention.
|You have arrived in THE Primordial Realm of Observable Existence.|
|Tian.|
|Proceed with care, for there are boundless Imnsities unknown.|
...!
BOOM!
The na resonated through his consciousness with significance that exceeded simple identification. Tian. This was the place that THE Resplendent Paradox had found, the source of power that had elevated her beyond what any other THE entity had achieved! This was what the Keys had been protecting, what THE Corpse Hierophant had waged war across all Civilizations to claim for himself alone.
And now Achilles stood within it, his Way of Assimilation buzzing with anticipation at the feast that surrounded him on all sides.
But the warning in that prompt echoed through his thoughts with weight that tempered his excitent.
Boundless Imnsities unknown.
What exactly waited in this place besides concentrated authority and visible Phones?
His eyes sharpened as he began moving forward with caution that balanced his hunger, searching for signs of THE Corpse Hierophant and the others who had entered before him while remaining alert for whatever threats this Primordial Realm might contain!
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