Achilles had no issue with The Groundskeeper, not really.
As unfortunate as it was that this being had been trying to obtain Chaos for eons beyond counting, Achilles had no regrets with how things unfolded. Rose had experimented. Apatheia had opened. Chaos had chosen them rather than the one who had been waiting patiently for circumstances to align.
But sadly, The Groundskeeper attacked him to kill and collapse.
And if he learned anything at all about Existence, it was that one had to be ruthless.
If an enemy wanted to literally collapse your Existence, well, at the very least you had to collapse them first.
So...
Achilles looked at The Groundskeeper while his body began to glimmer with multicolored brilliance that pulsed from his Inner Dominion. His expression held something approaching sympathy as he spoke.
