Achilles began to move within the domain he was locked into, testing the boundaries of his prison with careful steps.
Crimson chains materialized the moment he tried to venture too far, invisible bindings connecting him to The Existential Lattice with force that made his stellar form shudder. They pulled him back toward the central space where his body had been fused, veins and arteries pulsing with rhythm that spread his Chaos outward like a beacon he could not silence.
He thought about how fortunate it was that he had taken the place of Rose as the Claimer of Chaos.
If she were here instead of him, bound to this cancerous construct and used as bait for monstrosities beyond her current power, he would not be able to live with himself. The thought of her being torn apart while creatures born from the corrupted lifeblood of Observable Existence descended upon her with hunger that could not be satisfied...
No.
