Initially, nothing happened. Space remained space, the void continued its silent existence, the distant stars maintained their ancient light.
Then, like watching reality remember it could be different, something began to change.
Tendrils of pure authority began flowing into Achilles…not visible light or energy, but something more fundamental.
The very fabric of Existence began acknowledging him, recognizing him, surrendering aspects of itself to his will. It was as if the emptiness between things decided to become part of him, carrying with it the knowledge of every distance that had ever existed, every separation that defined existence from non-existence.
The process was terrifying in its implications!
He wasn't just gaining power.
He was becoming integrated with the medium through which all power moved. The space around him began to ripple as if reality itself was welcoming a new administrator to its most fundamental systems.
