Achilles walked through the towering forest with his hands clasped loose behind his back, and inside his head, a Rhyacian Proterozoic cultivator was dissolving into memory. A genuine Scale 2 was assimilated!
His name had been Pantaleon, and the rest of Pantaleon began to open up for him like a long book being read backward through several floors at once.
Pantaleon, Bronze-tier Prospect of the Eighteenth Auric Lineage.
He had been, by the standard his Collective used to measure power, small.
Small and weak! That was the piece of it that Achilles kept turning over as he walked!
The memories flowed into him in soft bright layers as he moved, and each layer redrew his understanding of the Silver Philotimo a little cleaner than the layer before, until the shape of the Observable he was standing in was finally coming clear.
