On the ground near the walls of the Colony Capital of the Thornveil Dynasty.
An obsidian gold Titan with a heavy crown pulsed
"mpossible!" Malgorith spat, voice splintering. "You haven't even reached Celestbone Ascension!"
He roared out towards none other than the Emperor King as…
"No," Achilles said, stepping forward, voice calm and deep. "But I've consumed it. Assimilated it. And you gave it to me."
HUUM!
Malgorith bellowed out, tearing the Ulna from the air and crashing it toward Achilles in wild, celestial rage.
But this time, Achilles didn't need to block.
He raised his hand.
His Celestial Pressure Field III activated- his presence warping gravity, bending the trajectory of the Ulna just enough that it veered off-course.
A flick of his wrist.
His hand caught it mid-air.
Contact.
|ASSIMILATE.|
The process began before Malgorith could even blink.
This time, Achilles didn't flinch. His body had adapted.
Refined.
Infused.
