I Can Assimilate Everything

Mycelle waved her hand again.

SHIIING!

The dark visualizations of the Corpse Hierophant and the history of the Age of Collapse shattered into motes of light. Fragments of condensed authority dispersed like fireflies caught in sudden wind, their glow fading as they returned to formless energy.

The floating thrones surged forward. They accelerated through the verdant clouds with speed that blurred reality, their passage creating ripples in the concentrated Living Existential Authority surrounding them.

They breached a barrier of concentrated energy.

The sensation was like passing through a waterfall of pure existence. Pressure pressed against Achilles's consciousness from all directions simultaneously…not hostile but transformative, stripping away superficial layers to examine what lay beneath. When the disorientation faded, he found himself in a space that radiated sanctity far exceeding the garden they'd just left.

"Welcome," Mycelle said, her voice echoing with strange harmonic duality…as if two beings spoke in perfect synchronization. "To the Sacred Temple of Life."

It was magnificent.

The entire domain was enclosed within walls of translucent emerald crystal that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of a sleeping giant. Each pulse released waves of concentrated authority that made the ambient energy in previous locations seem diluted by comparison.

Pillars of white light stretched endlessly upward. They supported a ceiling that wasn't stone or conventional material but swirling nebula of creation…a cosmic phenomenon captured and contained to serve architectural function.

In the center of this hallowed space lay a massive basin.

It was filled with liquefied Living Existential Authority. The substance glowed with blinding gold-green radiance, thick and viscous, swirling with potential that made the cells in Achilles's body vibrate in resonance. His existence recognized this concentrated power and responded with hunger so intense it required conscious effort to suppress.

Mycelle's throne glided to a halt at the edge of the basin. Achilles's throne followed suit, positioning itself parallel to hers with precision of automated guidance.

She stood up. Her movements shed the playfulness from before, the devilish amusement and casual confidence replaced by the solemnity of a high priestess overseeing a rite of passage.

"We have spoken of history. We have spoken of enemies."

Her tone had shifted entirely…no longer conversational but ceremonial!

"But history does not fight battles, and enemies do not fear potential that remains unrealized."

She turned to face him directly.

"We have to see whether you truly will amount to something or not. Whether this 'unique' constitution of yours is a fluke of mutation, some cosmic accident that produced impressive results without sustainable foundation…or a genuine foundation for something significant."

Her expression remained serious, almost grave.

"I really don't know whether you will become something exceptional or amount to nothing despite this promising start. Potential means nothing if it cannot be actualized, and actualization requires surviving long enough to develop capabilities that matter."

She gestured toward the glowing basin. The motion carried finality that suggested they'd reached the critical juncture of this entire interaction.

"So, we can get started by fully making you a member... of the Primordial Civilization of Life."

...!

Achilles stood. His newly manifested verdant-gold wings spread slightly behind him, responding to the concentrated authority radiating from the basin with instinctive recognition. He looked at the pool, consciousness analyzing what his enhanced perception could detect about its nature.

The energy radiating from it was terrifying. Not in the sense of hostile intent but in sheer overwhelming concentration…enough power to crush a lesser being into nothingness, to overwrite their existence entirely with Living Existential Authority so dense it would erase whatever fundamental principles had previously defined them.

"Submerge yourself into the Life Pool."

Mycelle's command allowed no refusal. Her tone suggested this wasn't negotiable…either he proceeded with this initiation, or everything else she'd revealed became irrelevant because he wouldn't be recognized as legitimate member of her Civilization.

"If you emerge successfully, your existence will be branded with our true signature. You will no longer be an outsider who stumbled into our Testing Grounds but an official adherent whose achievements and failures reflect upon our Civilization's reputation."

Achilles didn't hesitate.

He didn't ask about the risks, didn't inquire about potential complications or what "emerging successfully" actually required. His consciousness had already calculated that refusing would accomplish nothing productive, that this represented either opportunity for genuine advancement or test that would determine whether Mycelle considered him worth protecting from the Necrocracy forces she'd described.

He simply nodded.

His gaze locked onto the golden-green depths. The liquefied authority swirled with patterns that suggested intelligence or purpose beyond random motion. He stepped to the edge, bent his knees, and…

SPLASH!

He vanished beneath the surface of the concentrated authority. The liquid closed over his form with finality of crossing a threshold from which retreat might prove impossible.

—

Meanwhile.

Outside the Tower of Life.

The atmosphere was buzzing with unusual activity. The Testing Grounds typically maintained steady rhythm of candidates attempting evaluations, but today's events had disrupted normal patterns entirely.

Countless Living Lives, beings of radiant health and verdant auras, had gathered near the Tower's base. They mingled in groups, their conversations animated with excitement and disbelief, discussing the unprecedented phenomenon they'd witnessed through the Observation Pillar.

Xar'vantheon stood among them, surrounded by other Living Lives who peppered him with questions about the candidate he'd brought. The teal-radiant being who'd initially teased him about external Guardian duty remained at his side, expression now showing genuine interest rather than amusement.

"He disappeared on the eleventh floor," one Living Life said, confusion evident in her tone. "The marker just... vanished from the display. Why has he not come out yet?"

Another chimed in, verdant eyes blazing with curiosity.

"Where is he? Does the Tower have mechanisms for detaining candidates who perform too exceptionally? Some protocol we're not aware of that activates when records are shattered this thoroughly?"

Nobody had answers. Even Xar'vantheon, who'd brought Achilles to the Sanctuary and stood to gain substantial rewards from his performance, could only shake his head with uncertainty.

"I don't know," the Guardian admitted. "This is unprecedented in my experience. Candidates either complete the evaluation and emerge to claim their rankings, or they fail and are transported back to the entrance. They don't simply... disappear."

The gathered crowd looked toward the Tower itself. The first ten floors still shone with luminosity that marked Achilles's record-breaking achievements…brilliant verdant-gold radiance pulsing from each level he'd dominated with impossible speed.

Peace reigned in this confused speculation.

Until it didn't.

BOOOOM!

The sound wasn't auditory…it was a shockwave of intent that blasted through the plaza with force that made reality itself shudder. Every Living Life present felt their existence seized by sudden primal terror, instincts screaming warnings about threat their conscious minds hadn't yet identified.

Near the massive entrance of the Tower of Life, five figures who had been blending perfectly with the crowd suddenly froze. They'd been dressed in standard robes worn by Sanctuary residents, their auras appearing verdant and pure just moments ago…indistinguishable from genuine Living Lives who surrounded them.

But in a nanosecond, the camouflage shattered!