In The Void, where existence itself was more suggestion than certainty, Achilles wrapped himself in the Existential Authority of Fables like an artist preparing to paint with reality itself.
"The crystalline titans," he explained to Rose as platinum light began to weave around his form, "aren't merely silicon-based life. They're living harmonics, beings who achieved consciousness through resonance. Each one is essentially… a self-aware song given form."
…!
The transformation began with his core, stellar matter reorganizing into crystalline structures that caught light that didn't exist in The Void.
His body elongated, growing to nearly a hundred meters in height, each limb becoming a faceted prism that refracted possibility itself.
His surface wasn't smooth but composed of millions of smaller crystals, each one humming with its own frequency that contributed to a greater harmony.
"Your turn," he said, extending his newly crystalline hand toward Rose.
