He would be fucked?
Achilles smiled at the words of the Commander beside him as in the last few hours he had progressively stopped feeling as terrifying as when they initially met. The gap in power that had seemed insurmountable when Atraides first demonstrated his overwhelming capability had narrowed considerably through rapid advancement.
Because in the last few hours, Achilles had continued to Assimilate multiple Veiled Necrocratic Sanctuaries across different regions of the Shattered Folds. He had brutally reinforced his existence through consuming tens of thousands of additional beings to the point that right now, the figure of Atraides actually felt manageable rather than impossibly superior.
He could break out of the shackles that currently bound him if he wished and erupt with power that would genuinely surprise everyone assembled here.
