Achilles gazed upward.
The golden cloud of Planar Destiny shimmered above him- something he had never seen, never sensed… until now.
Now that it was revealed, it called to him.
Or really, he called to it.
His heartbeat was calm.
Too calm.
His mind didn't spiral with questions. There was no hesitation, no philosophical pondering on whether what he wanted to do was even possible.
Only one truth throbbed through his being.
Assimilate it…and assimilate it now before it disappeared before his eyes.
His palm lifted, golden starlight forming at his fingertip, condensed into a precise, humming thread of Solar Essence.
A thread that was an extension of himself.
Of his identity.
Of his Right.
HUUM!
The beam of starlight shot upward, piercing the golden cloud above his head without resistance.
And then…
'ASSIMILATE!'
…!
The world around him shook.
