The Great Mansa Zulu.
Such a terrifying being floated above him as Achilles found himself doing his best not to despair.
An entity that was called forth who felt thousands of times grander than THE Prisoner. Not even thousands of times more powerful in the conventional sense. It seemed like they were not even on the same level of comparison!
Fuck!
Lamashtu had been on THE Second Scale, had reclaimed authority that made Absolutes seem like insects. This being made Lamashtu seem like an insect in turn.
And yet Achilles knew that he still had himself and his family to defend.
He could not give up here, even in the worst case scenario. Rose was waiting for him in the First Sea of Tian. His Father and the other Adrastia Emperor Kings dwelled within his Inner Dominion. Everything he had built, everyone he loved, all of it depended on him surviving whatever came next.
He began to open his mouth.
