THE Braneworld Observable Existence demanded attention from every direction simultaneously.
Apart from the radiant golden rivers of Observable Force perating the atmosphere in concentrations that made breathing feel like cultivation, Achilles could see a distant citadel stretching for light years in every direction he looked. Golden towers rose to heights that defied conventional architecture, their peaks disappearing into golden clouds that parted and reford around them with the patience of sothing that had been doing exactly this for eons. Crystalline buildings connected the towers in configurations that seed to emanate the glory of different Causes of Existence, each structure radiating authority that felt older and more fundantal than anything he had previously encountered.
The Causes emanating from those buildings felt grander than the Miniature Causes he had co across.
They carried the quality of sothing connected to THE First Cause itself of this Observable Existence, expressions of creative principle so foundational that even the concentrated Observable Force surrounding him seed to defer to them in so atmospheric way his perception registered without fully translating.
He could feel the auras of millions of Gilded Ones within that distant Citadel pressing against his awareness from the remove of light years, each one contributing to a collective presence that made the atmosphere itself feel inhabited rather than rely filled with power.
Beside him, Vireth noticed where he was looking.
"The one we will follow, who will be leading the Gilded Legion tasked with addressing the newly appearing Osmontian, is known as Sororis Prima Elizabeth."
Her tired expression had settled into sothing more operational.
"We are effectively outsiders here. I am an outsider from a different ti, and the others who will join us shortly are outsiders in their own ways. We must maintain a level of secrecy and decorum that the situation demands."
Her crimson-gold eyes carried the particular seriousness of soone explaining a constraint that had real consequences.
"THE Primordial Source cannot beco aware of our presence in any blatant way or we will be rejected from this space entirely. So we maneuver around that limitation carefully."
As she said this, a surge of power erupted all around them.
Six entities appeared.
Achilles felt his existence squeeze sowhat at the concentrated weight that perated around him as they arrived.
Three radiated auras at what he estimated was comparable to Vireth’s own authority.
The first was a muscular man with obsidian skin and a single eye positioned at the center of his face where two should have been, his presence radiating the compressed quality of soone who had reduced everything unnecessary from their existence across eons of cultivation until what remained was entirely functional. The second was a woman adorned in a green dress with fiery green hair that made sothing in Achilles’s chest perform an involuntary comparison he imdiately set aside, her eyes covered entirely by a blindfold while verdant green holy light emanated from her form in waves that seed to bless and scour simultaneously.
The third was a crimson sli with a devilish expression of brutality pressed into features that should not have been capable of expression, its surface shifting with the casual nace of sothing that found the current company adequately entertaining.
Behind these three were entities of a different character entirely.
They looked to be beings plucked from different Observable Existences and brought here, each one carrying the particular quality of soone dropped into circumstances larger than their imdiate context, uniqueness that these Gilded Ones had apparently decided was worth the considerable effort of extraction.
The first was a young woman who almost looked like a child in her proportions, and yet her figure was too precisely ford, too deliberate in its composition, her entire existence giving off no sense of power whatsoever. She stood with the stillness of sothing that did not need to communicate readiness because readiness was simply its permanent state. She was unfathomably odd in ways his Architect’s Perception could not imdiately categorize.
The second was a man with an imperious bearing that announced itself before any specific detail did, his eyes filled with pride and arrogance that had clearly been cultivated rather than simply possessed. Rivers of golden Infinity surged around him in currents that responded to his presence with the familiarity of sothing long dosticated. Just by standing near him, all other tendrils of Infinity threading through the atmosphere seed to orient toward his gravity, becoming organized around him in ways that suggested control rather than re attraction.
This one Achilles could sowhat read. The Gilded Ones were apparently attempting to counter THE Osmontian’s Infinity capability with soone who had made Infinity itself into a thoroughly governed extension of his existence.
The third was a woman with a petite figure and eyes that moved constantly.
They tracked every entity present, every atmospheric current, every subtle shift in the positioning of the Gilded Ones around them, with the efficiency of soone running perpetual threat assessnt. She seed suspicious of every single thing in this space with the comprehensive distrust of soone whose instincts had been proven correct often enough to earn unconditional confidence.
Her eyes locked onto Achilles.
And they lit up with unmistakable relief.
A voice arrived directly in his mind in the next mont, bypassing his ears entirely.
"Fucking finally, soone else whose existence can feel we are heading into a death trap."
The voice was vibrant beyond what the words alone communicated, energy compressing itself into the ntal transmission with the enthusiasm of soone who had been waiting for this specific contact.
"Hey. You hear ? Hey! Do you want to fuck these kidnappers over? Before they fuck us, I want to fuck them! They think they can steal and threaten my family to co help them? Hah! Fuck em!"
A beat of what felt like genuine assessnt followed.
"Hey! You can hear , right? Answer , since I know you are thinking just like . My power has told this. It has also told a plan, a potential plan that may allow us to get out of this alive. Are you in?"
Another beat.
"I’m Taylor by the way. Taylor of The Light!"
...!
A ridiculously vibrant voice bounced through his mind with the energy of soone who had apparently been waiting to find an ally since the mont they arrived here and was deeply relieved the search was over.
Achilles controlled his facial expression.
Internally, he was considerably more interested in Taylor of The Light than his expression suggested!
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