The incorporeal domain between spaces continued to buzz with tension as THE entities processed the image of Achilles that THE Corpse Hierophant had displayed before them, each leader of a Collapsed Civilization calculating implications and risks.
THE Sovereign Catalyst was the first to break the heavy silence, his liquid-metal consciousness rippling with barely contained fury that he visibly struggled to reign in. His manifestation here was diminished compared to what he had projected into the Sacred Holy Land of Alchemy, evidence of the damage that losing that projection had inflicted upon his recovering existence.
"What is the plan against an abomination such as this?" His voice emerged like bubbling mercury, hot and fluid and dangerous. "We cannot simply throw ourselves at him and hope for different results than what I experienced. Direct confrontation appears to be exactly what this creature wants."
