In the very depths of Ethemia, within stellar waters that had transformed the fundamental nature of reality itself, Achilles floated with serene composure.
A light smile played across his features as he observed Sun leading Rose toward the earthen depths below, the Monkey King's expression carrying the excited enthusiasm of someone about to share wonders.
His golden radiance pulsed with anticipatory pleasure, his staff spinning lazily as he gestured toward layers that concealed secrets spanning eons.
Achilles shook his head at the sight, his mind processing curiosity mixed with mild apprehension about what Rose's direct communication with Ethemia might accomplish.
The Cosmic Singularity had already demonstrated a tendency toward manipulation…what additional arrangements might emerge from conversation between these two beings?
He decided not to dwell on concerns beyond his immediate control.
