In Apatheia.
Achilles and Rose floated in their Jötunn forms, stellar obsidian bodies filled with Chaos that pulsed beneath transford skin like galaxies trapped in flesh.
Their wings stretched outward across distances that would have seed impossible before their tamorphosis, feathers of pure Primordial Chaos catching light that had no source.
They stared out into the expanse of Apatheia with eyes that blazed obsidian, taking in the realm that had contained all the Chaos of their Observable Existence since before differentiation completed.
Mountains reford endlessly in the distance. Rivers of obsidian authority flowed in patterns that contradicted themselves. Storms of possibility raged across horizons that refused to remain fixed.
It was a truly unique sight to see as even while empty of Primordial Chaos, a unique sense of beauty and oppression perated all around!
Their obsidian wings were touching as Rose said quietly, "What do you think so far?"
What did he think?
Achilles didn’t know how to quite answer this. He thought about many things, about the overwhelming power they had just witnessed, about the hierarchy they had been forced into, about the submission they had given that concealed their true capabilities.
After so ti he felt like he had the proper set of words.
"Rember the Lunaris Colony Overseers?" he said finally. "Leyline Fractures? The Ancient Ones of our little realm? Nar’Thyss?"
His voice carried weight that ca from conviction he was building with each word.
"All the things that seed impossible and overwhelming. We passed through them. We went past them."
He turned to look at her with stellar obsidian eyes that held determination rather than despair.
"This entity. This Prisoner. We will get past him too."
His wings shifted slightly as he continued.
"His shackles an he ca from a place where even soone like him could be imprisoned. That is how we need to look at him. rely as THE Prisoner. Not with whatever distinction he claims. If soone could imprison him elsewhere, eventually I will be able to do so much more."
His voice grew firr.
"So as much as he may make us worry, eventually he will be just like all the other things we eventually pass."
...!
His words were filled with conviction as if he was convincing himself as much as her.
And behind him, he could feel the warmth of his partner as she smiled with an expression that held the fiery nature he had fallen in love with.
"Yes. We will stand above this Prisoner and step on his worthless existence like the fucking rat that he is. He’s just a bum, a little rat that doesn’t know that he is already dead..."
...!
Well, her words were a little bit more explosive than his.
But Achilles got up, his form shining with magnificence as stellar obsidian radiance flared around him.
"Okay. Let’s do it."
What he was referring to was the devouring and Assimilation of this massive Primordial Realm that used to house all of the Chaos of their Observable Existence.
Rose gave a solemn nod as at this mont, Achilles called out lightly.
"Assimilate."
WUU!
In front of his eyes, radiant prompts shining crimson and obsidian flashed with information that confird what he had been working toward.
|Defined and Undefined Assimilation Initiated|
|A large percentage of the Primordial Realm Apatheia has been mapped out and defined.|
|Comprehension exceeds 90% threshold.|
|The Realm of Apatheia is now being Assimilated into your Inner Dominion.|
...!
Achilles looked out as all he felt was serenity.
At this ti, unfathomably vast and large stellar obsidian jaws appeared far above, countless light years away from where he currently floated. When he looked up, he could see the outline of radiant stellar teeth on these jaws, hunger made manifest in dinsions that defied asurent.
He knew them to be his own.
And...
CHOMP!
A demonstration of his glorious Assimilation, his Defined and Undefined Assimilation, closed down upon another massive aspect of this Observable Existence.
A mont later...
BOOM!
Reality was being squeezed apart. The vastness of Apatheia disappeared into jaws that consud everything they touched. Achilles felt his Existence begin to vibrate as overflowing imnsity began to gather within him.
This ti, he was careful.
He had to make sure that even his body in that distant area where he stood in front of THE Prisoner did not reveal anything. No flicker of increased authority. No pulse of expanding Depth. Nothing that would suggest he had just consud an entire Primordial Realm while supposedly paying respects in that crystallized hall.
But at this mont, inside his Inner Dominion, in addition to his Blind Depths, The Realm of Assimilation and his Realm of Chaos, the Realm of Apatheia blood!
He swallowed a critical component of Observable Existence and made it his in a way that blood even grander than what it used to be.
He touched his chest as he felt this rumbling process that he could barely explain. Even if he said it was like a world erging inside of him, that would be false. Who could possibly fathom the idea of an entire Primordial Realm erging inside of one’s Existence?
He could only feel it.
The weight settling into foundations that expanded to accommodate territories that should have been impossible to contain. The Depth amplification that ca from integrating consud reality into his being. The authority that flowed from becoming the source rather than rely the vessel.
Their surroundings beca a blank slate of Existence as Apatheia ceased to be an external realm and beca internal territory.
At this ti, Achilles began taking, or really continued taking, his steps toward a power that he expected to be capable of standing against an entity that was even more powerful than an Absolute.
This was only a single Primordial Realm as there were many other places within this Observable Existence. They would soon be filled with enemies, but...
This was the terrifying adversity.
It was his adversity.
And at this ti, he was effectively saying one thing to the forces that had invaded his Observable Existence and demanded his submission.
Bring it the fuck on.
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