Achilles lay down on one of the empty floating platforms with the calm of someone who had faced considerably worse circumstances. His clothes dissolved away from his form as he settled onto the sleek surface, multicolored authority flowing from his Civilizations to cover his groin area as he laid there with his arms at his sides and his purple-gold eyes fixed on the ceiling of the laboratory.
Like the many corpses surrounding him.
Except breathing!
Mansa Nguna floated over with the unhurried pace that seemed to characterize every movement she made within this space she had clearly inhabited for far longer than most civilizations had existed. She looked down at him with lazy gold eyes that traveled across his transformed physique with scientific interest before landing on the multicolored authority covering his lower body.
She shook her head slowly.
