The Ninth Adrastia Emperor King, Achilles, had no answer as he looked at the fiery woman before him whose eyes were buzzing with Chaos.
He held her tightly for a moment, feeling the warmth of her stellar form against his own, before he gave a light nod. The gesture was small but it carried acceptance.
She looked at him firmly, her gaze holding his without wavering.
"The mapping on Apatheia is almost done. We have been exploring that Primordial Realm while all of this has been unfolding, and the percentages should be approaching what you need."
...!
"You can Assimilate the Primordial Realm which held all the Chaos of our Observable Existence. The power from that may provide you with yet another answer, another foundation to add to your Inner Dominion that will make your Depth grow beyond what these foreign Absolutes might expect."
She paused, her expression shifting into something more contemplative.
