I Can Assimilate Everything

The Nar'Thyss learned something fundamental as it watched everything unfold: Fables didn't have to be observed from outside.

They could be seeded, cultivated, harvested.

The memory began to fade, but not before imparting one final understanding.

The human had eventually become the strongest in his world, had reshaped nations and rewritten history. And when he finally died…centuries later, surrounded by descendants and disciples, he had passed believing his entire adventure had been real, never knowing he had been the protagonist in a Fable designed by accident and refined through observation.

Achilles gasped as his consciousness returned to his own body, the platinum threads now fully integrated into his existence!

He understood now what had been locked away in the Adrastia genome…not just Outsider genetics, but the specific inheritance of a Nar'Thyss who had discovered how to create and utilize Fables.

His eyes, now showing swirling patterns of platinum within the purple-gold, turned to look at those around him. Rose, his father, the Hive Queen…all watching with concern and curiosity.

"I understand now," he said, "The Outsiders are truly ridiculous fuckers…they are entities who get stronger…from manipulating how lives unfold across existence! To them, we, the Infinite Radiance Sovereignty, and the Void Dominion Empire, and all others in the Star Seas are simply…pieces inside stories. Fables. Nothing more, nothing less!"

BOOM!

As he spoke, platinum waves of light erupted from him as they held mixtures of anger and astonishment at these findings!

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Revelations.

There exists a moment in every conscious being's existence when the architecture of their understanding collapses and rebuilds itself around new truth.

Revelations come in all shapes and sizes, each one a key turning in a lock that was never meant to open.

Consider the scholar who spent decades mapping a flat world, calculating distances across a disc, only to stand at the harbor and watch ships disappear hull-first over the horizon.

The reality of spheres suddenly made terrible, beautiful sense, and every map he had ever drawn became obsolete in that single moment of understanding.

The world was not flat!

Yet the world hadn't changed…only his comprehension of it.

Or those civilizations that arose in isolated domains, small pockets of existence where they searched desperately for others like them.

They sent signals into what they believed was the vastness of existence, listened with instruments that could hear a whisper across galaxies, and found... nothing.

The revelation of their cosmic solitude reshaped not just their science but their philosophy, their art, their very conception of purpose.

They were alone…based on what they knew, anyway.

The universe became either infinitely more precious or infinitely more meaningless, depending on how they chose to interpret that terrible silence.

Perhaps most crushing was the revelation that came to those who discovered they were not the protagonist of existence's story.

Across billions of lifeforms, they were not special, not chosen, not destined for anything more than the same cycles of birth and death that claimed all others.

They were background characters in their own lives, extras in a drama whose main plot they would never influence.

There were many different revelations, infinite varieties of truth waiting to shatter comfortable assumptions.

But when they came, when they were truly accepted, truly understood…they fundamentally changed everything about how one viewed existence itself.

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Some time later.

The revelation that Achilles received was heavy enough to bend space around him.

After he internalized everything he learnt and shared what he knew…he wanted to put it into practice!

He wanted to see if he could utilize the power of the Nar'Thyss.

And so…

He floated in the Sea of Thalassara, its luminescent waters parting around his form like liquid respect for something that had transcended their ability to touch.

An aurora of platinum light surrounded him, not harsh but inexorable, the kind of radiance that suggested stories being written in real-time.

Behind him, maintaining careful distance, Rose's water form rippled with concern, his father's restored presence blazed with protective intensity, and the Hive Queen's ever-shifting form had gone unusually still.

Achilles held his hand open before him, palm facing the expanse below.

From his fingers descended invisible, sparkling platinum particles of light…authority given form, narrative power made manifest. They fell like snow that existed in dimensions most beings couldn't perceive, drifting down through the layers of reality toward the Plane of Existence that was Ethemia below.

The particles showed no preference, no discrimination. They were attracted to life itself, to the fundamental spark that separated the animate from the inanimate.

They fell upon humans and Ancient Ones alike with the same gentle inevitability. A farmer in Neon, taking a break from tending his vertical gardens, felt nothing as platinum authority settled into his existence.

A factory worker assembling components for stellar vessels continued her shift unaware that she had just been touched by power that could rewrite her entire story.

Even a Mythical Dragon, whose body had already formed a Stellar Nexus and who considered himself beyond the reach of most forces, felt not even a whisper as the particles integrated into his being.

None of them felt a thing. That was the insidious beauty of it…stories changed around you, through you, because of you, and you never knew you were a character being written.

Then the storm began.

Achilles felt it first as a tremor in his consciousness, then as a building pressure that made his enhanced existence strain against its own boundaries!

A terrifying maelstrom of energies began to surge upward from every point where his particles had touched life. Platinum words rose before his eyes, not written but manifested, while similar information buzzed directly into his mind with the intimacy of thought becoming knowledge.

The prompts bloomed before him like flowers of understanding!

|The many lifeforms in Ethemia and the Sea of Thalassara have had their lives steered by your choices actively, their Fables changing and becoming what they are now due to you.|

|Your authority as a budding Nar'Thyss, a Weaver of Fables, is retroactively applied as it gathers all the Existential Authority of Fables from the existences directly affected by your guidance and actions until now.|

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