Achilles's vision returned to the seas of Tian.
The golden waters stretched around him once more, familiar and warm after the cold infinitude of that primordial memory. THE Watcher floated ahead with platinum singularity dimmed from sacrificing those fragments of itself. Rose stood beside him with her own integration complete.
He touched his cheeks as...tears were falling from his eyes.
The wetness surprised him. He had not wept since...he didn't even know, since before he understood what strength meant in a world that demanded it constantly!
But the memory of THE Primordial Cause was too heavy. It resonated with his being as a Primordial Architect in ways he could not resist.
He was forced to feel this emotion.
In this Observable Existence, he was the only Primordial Architect that would ever be born.
