Achilles floated in the region where Syl'thessara had just departed, watching reality heal from the wounds of their battle like skin knitting itself back together.
Stars that had been edited out of existence flickered back into being, their light uncertain at first, then growing stronger as Existence remembered they were supposed to be there.
Space itself smoothed out the fractures where competing narratives had created paradoxes, the equivalent of tidying up after a particularly violent argument.
He remained there, suspended in the void, pondering the choice that Syl'thessara had made.
Or rather, the choice she had failed to make, which was itself a choice…the most predictable one possible.
Prompts materialized before his eyes, platinum text writing itself across his vision:
|Existential Authority of Fables Gained: +25,500 Units|
|Source: Complex narrative interaction with major historical figure|
|Subplot Initiated: The Unchanging Betrayer maintains neutrality|
