The Nar'Thyss learned something fundamental as it watched everything unfold: Fables didn't have to be observed from outside.
They could be seeded, cultivated, harvested.
The memory began to fade, but not before imparting one final understanding.
The human had eventually become the strongest in his world, had reshaped nations and rewritten history. And when he finally died…centuries later, surrounded by descendants and disciples, he had passed believing his entire adventure had been real, never knowing he had been the protagonist in a Fable designed by accident and refined through observation.
Achilles gasped as his consciousness returned to his own body, the platinum threads now fully integrated into his existence!
He understood now what had been locked away in the Adrastia genome…not just Outsider genetics, but the specific inheritance of a Nar'Thyss who had discovered how to create and utilize Fables.
