Achilles sat down in the blazing snow and focused inward.
His consciousness sank into the territories of his Inner Dominion, the world of the Last Verdant Hour receding from awareness. The Realm of Assimilation stretched with familiar hunger. The Realm of Chaos pulsed with partial authority he shared with Rose. The Realm of Apatheia held its cold stillness. The Blind Depths churned with consumed memories and integrated existences that had once belonged to others.
But something new was happening between these territories.
Rivers of golden light had begun forming in the spaces where his Realms connected.
