Achilles looked at the six frozen Scale 1s surrounding him and spoke a single word.
"Assimilate."
For the sake of those watching from wherever spectators observed this game, he had the waters of the Miniature Cause of THE Great Archean Flood wrap around each of them like swirling bubbles of white-gold radiance.
The spheres contracted around their frozen forms with hunger as if they were dissolving flesh and Civilization and foundation alike into currents that flowed back toward his existence. He did not want to reveal too much of his power to others, and the spectacle of the Archean waters provided convenient misdirection from the true nature of what he had just accomplished.
Six existences vanished in moments, their accumulated lifetimes of cultivation becoming fuel for his continued advancement!
He rose up and felt his increasing strength even without having attained THE Second Scale.
