The moment after the three of them received the coordinates, the Absolutes above them disappeared.
And yet, even though they were gone, the skies still seemed to be filled with the same level of oppression. The weight of their presence lingered like bruises on reality itself, pressure that made every breath feel like labor and every thought feel like swimming through tar!
As if they were so heavy in pressing down on all of them here that they could not breathe.
Beside his lone figure, Rose appeared as she held the unconscious figure of THE Endless Dream in her arms. The silver-gold radiance of Eyyanah had dimmed to almost nothing, her consciousness having fled rather than face the crushing authority of four Absolutes simultaneously. Rose looked toward Achilles with eyes of concern, obsidian depths studying his expression with worry she could not hide.
Achilles at this moment was thinking about far too many things.
