The decision crystallized in Achilles's mind with the clarity of stellar formation- sudden, inevitable, and blazing with purpose!
"She is vastly more powerful than my current self," he said, his voice carrying the cold calculation of someone measuring themselves against a superior opponent.
"Tier 9 against my generous Tier 6. In conventional understanding, she could unmake me without too much trouble."
He paused, his purple-gold eyes blazing with something that transcended mere confidence.
"But I want to see just how all the different aspects of my existence come together if I were to fight against someone of a higher tier. The Regulations I've assimilated, the Existential Authority of Fables, the dual lineages now active within me…how do they synthesize when pressed against genuine threat?"
His lips curved in a smile that held no warmth.
