The wind stirred quietly over the ruin-choked skies, and beneath the slow spinning haze of stellar obsidian, Achilles hovered still.
His hand moved with gentle finality over the husk of charred flesh that had once been Selamira, and in the silence that followed, his power surged again.
'Assimilate!'
The whisper didn't need sound. It bloomed in the marrow of existence itself, and the air shimmered as the blackened body broke apart into a billion glowing particles- embers folding into his palm and spiraling inward like moths called to the sun.
A deep hum echoed from his chest.
The Primordial Source Echelon within him pulsed and expanded. Not explosively, but like the gentle growth of roots through old soil.
Yet even as her power melted into him, her memories, what he truly sought, came like shattered mirrors tossed into a storm.
A flash of Selamira kneeling before a being made of obsidian starlight.
