Malgorith collapsed.
Breathing.
But barely.
The plaza was silent.
Only Achilles stood.
He looked up.
Ancient Ones- so many of them, fought against hordes of Draconic Hybrids and Humans in silence. Their faces no longer sneering. No longer arrogant.
Just afraid.
Because they had watched a Celestbone Stage Titan, the High Zenithar himself…be torn down.
Assimilated!
And the one who did it…
Now radiated like a sun in flesh.
Achilles Adrastia Maxwell turned his eyes to them.
Not with wrath.
With inevitability.
He raised his hand.
The air buckled around it, the Titanic Sovereignty Core pulsing like the heartbeat of a world. Some Ancient Ones flinched. Others began to back away.
Malgorith tried to rise.
Achilles didn't even look at him.
Instead, he whispered again.
Calmly.
|ASSIMILATE.|
BZZT!
Malgorith's limbs seized.
