Achilles met her implied threat with the nonchalant confidence of someone who had already seen this future many times!
"If you have made your decision," he said simply, "then let us begin."
The nine massive fruits began floating toward her with the stately grace of celestial bodies following orbital mechanics. Achilles moved closer as well, his scholarly robes shifting around him like liquid starlight.
"Would my palm against your back be acceptable for the energy transfer?" he asked, his tone professionally neutral.
The White Smith Star's eyes blazed with greed and anticipation as she reached out to grasp the first Primordium Evolutius Fruit. Her enhanced senses spread outward like an invisible web, monitoring every fluctuation in the surrounding energy fields for any sign of deception or danger.
"Proceed," she said, and bit into the fruit.
Brilliance exploded through her existence like a controlled supernova.
