The combination of authorities from two opposing Civilizations had truly given Achilles his most ridiculous capabilities yet, and as he stood in the damaged hall processing the full scope of what he'd become, his mind worked to understand exactly what limitations still existed on his power if any remained at all.
He looked at the figure of Mycelle as she examined her transformed existence with am expression that combined wonder and calculation.
His gaze drifted back to one of the more ridiculous abilities that he had obtained through his unprecedented integration, and he found himself repeatedly examining the same three words with growing incredulity about their implications.
Perfect Resonance Integration.
