The knowledge flowing into him and Rose was truly heavy as Achilles found himself staring out into the expanse of Chaos all around them. Seas of obsidian authority stretched toward horizons that refused to remain fixed, and storms of pure possibility raged across regions that seemed both infinitely far and impossibly close.
The reason for their stunted Observable Existence.
Chaos.
And it was because Chaos was missing that things were stunted, as if this fundamental aspect of the Oldest Paradox was so unfathomably critical that its absence had crippled all advancement for eons beyond counting. Now they understood this truth that The Groundskeeper and THE Resplendent Paradox had maybe known but never fully explained to others.
Rose looked at him with clear obsidian eyes that held the weight of her new Claim as she said, "Little Fatty, what would you do? What will we do?"
