What Achilles felt was utterly obscene at this mont.
Every ti he felt like he understood the changes occurring within him, he was proven wrong. The transformations exceeded his comprehension, then exceeded his revised comprehension, then exceeded that as well!
His existence was becoming sothing he could not track even as it happened.
Because mind you, he was not only benefitting from THE Great Archean Flood.
He had been assimilating the Waters of THE Great Archean Flood.
And it was not like he stopped. He still kept at it.
The white waves crashed through his existence with force that should have overwheld any being at THE First Scale. Most lifeforms experiencing this flood would either Persevere through the evolutionary pressure or perish from inability to adapt. Achilles was doing sothing else entirely. He was consuming the very nature of the Cause itself, integrating its fundantal principles into his being with each passing mont.
And the more he did, the more the nature of his entire existence was changing.
In the purest possibilities and potential of his power to Assimilate, when he assimilated anything, he beca like that thing. This had always been the truth of his power. When he assimilated the Heart of a Primordial Architect, he beca a Primordial Architect. When he assimilated others, he gained their authority. When he assimilated treasures, their nature beca his nature.
As he was assimilating the very waters of a Miniature Cause, it was as if his existence was doing everything it could to rectify and make clear how soone like him, how his lifeform, was sohow becoming closer and closer to a Miniature Cause itself.
It was unfathomable to understand.
The prompts that had co earlier, which were signifying and detailing the Archean Adaptation and Evolutionary Pressure Emission and Archean Resonance, felt like they were effectively being outdated with every passing nanosecond. Those capabilities had been significant when they first integrated. Now they seed like preliminary sketches of sothing far grander taking shape within him.
Because whatever issues or barriers that Achilles was facing when it ca to his power within THE First Scale of Existence continued to rapidly dissolve as he assimilated more and more of the Waters of THE Great Archean Flood.
His foundations beca sothing beyond subli!
Oh!
His limitations began dissolving entirely!
To the extent that a terrifying prompt appeared.
|Warning: The nature of your existence is changing to sothing unknown.|
|The more you continue to assimilate the nature of the Cause of THE Great Archean Flood, the more your existence continues to unpredictably change. The depth and imnsity of your existence is rising at a rapid and unpredictable rate.|
|Assessnt: You have attained the subli foundation across all the depths of your existence within THE First Scale of Existence.|
|You can establish your Civilizational Anchor at any ti to step into THE Second Scale of Existence.|
...!
Achilles felt all of this sublily!
He felt such profound changes as he wanted to scream and yell out with triumph that transcended anything he had experienced before. From Surface Depth to this mont. From awakening his Civilization to becoming sothing that could step into THE Second Scale whenever he chose. The journey had been...truly short!
But he shook his head and focused.
When he looked up, all he could see were endless floods spreading out all around. The white waves expanded in every direction with speed that transcended conventional movent. They washed through The Existential Lattice without pause, carrying evolutionary pressure toward every corner of Observable Existence.
He could not even perceive the figure of Mansa Zulu anymore.
That terrifying entity from the Unobservable had departed, leaving behind only the Miniature Cause that would reshape everything.
At such a mont, he shook his head and rose up.
His entire body was fully back to imnse vitality. The decrepit form that had paid the cost of THE Primordial Severance was gone entirely, replaced by sothing grander than he had possessed even before that Pulse. His purple-gold hair blazed with colors deeper than they had ever been. His eyes swirled with clusters of differentiation and undifferentiation that seed more fundantal sohow. His archaic crimson tattoos pulsed with rhythms that resonated with the very principles of existence.
Rivers of Archean light surged around him like living currents!
He ignored everything for now and took a step.
His power had grown so much that from that single step, he crossed the vast regions of Observable Existence with ease that should have been impossible for anything below THE Second Scale. Space folded around him without resistance. Distance beca aningless before authority that exceeded what THE First Scale should contain.
A mont later, he appeared above the seas of Tian.
The golden waters stretched below him in familiar warmth. The First Sea, Abzu, sparkled with light that seed almost peaceful despite the apocalyptic flood approaching from every direction. And floating above those waters were the two beings he had left behind.
Rose.
THE Watcher.
They stared up at him as he descended toward them.
His appearance had changed. He was still Achilles, still bearing the features of the Ninth Adrastia Emperor King who had transford into a Primordial Architect. But he was also sothing more now. Rivers of white Archean light orbited his form like the golden lotus petals surrounding THE Watcher. His purple-gold robes seed woven from authority that pressed against reality itself. His presence radiated power that made the surrounding golden waters tremble!
They could feel it. And...
They could feel a trembling echoing throughout Observable Existence as THE Great Archean Flood spread toward them from distances that would be crossed within monts.
Everything was shaking and trembling at this mont!
THE Watcher looked at him with platinum singularity dimd from the sacrifice of those mory fragnts.
Even though this being did not have a humanoid form, he seed saddened. The golden lotus petals around him drooped slightly, their rotation slowed with sothing approaching grief.
"Did you... fail?"
...!
A heavy question was asked of him!
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