The tremendous power flowed across every corner of him, and for one glorious instant Achilles thought he had it!
The sliver of authority poured into his existence in dense rivers, the flavor of THE Sealed One saturating his channels as his Prime Cause opened wide to receive it, and then, for the first time in his entire existence, the thing he was assimilating... refused to stop being itself!
It held its identity!
Inside him! Fully inside him, flowing through his foundations, and still entirely, coldly itself!
"Little thing," a voice boomed through his existence from within his own channels, patient and vast and amused, "what are you doing?"
...!
|Warning: the Intent and identity of what you have Assimilated is far too strong compared to your current existence.|
|Integration has stalled. The fragment retains full cohesion within your foundations.|
|You are holding an authority that has not agreed to become you.|
