Achilles moved through the crystalline channels of The Existential Lattice with his Jotunn form, his stellar obsidian wings carrying him deeper into regions that pulsed with corrupted authority.
The biological walls around him hummed with wrongness that should have been disorienting, but his transformed existence processed the corruption with familiarity born from his partial Claim to Chaos.
Purple obsidian brilliance illuminated pathways that stretched in directions defying conventional paths, each channel leading toward resources that THE Prisoner considered valuable enough to enslave an entire Observable Existence to obtain.
As he traversed these corrupted depths, he gauged his Inner Dominion.
The territories within him had grown tremendously.
