CHAPTER 411: OH! III

The abilities of Inevitable Entropy pulsed through Achilles’ consciousness like living things, each one a revelation that threatened to shatter his understanding of what was possible.

He sat motionless upon his throne of crystallized starwater, his enhanced perception cataloguing capabilities that seemed to mock the very concept of limitation.

Cosmic Destiny Perception. The words alone carried weight that made his previous Time Vision and Continuum Vision seem like a child’s toy by comparison.

Six months into the past or future of any target within fifty thousand light-years...a radius that encompassed entire stellar civilizations. And the cooldown... ten minutes instead of an hour. The implications were booming!

Temporal Dominion Field. The ability to establish zones where time flowed according to his will. His mind raced with possibilities...could he create a domain where months passed in his subjective experience while only days elapsed in the Star Seas? The strategic advantages of such temporal manipulation were beyond calculation!

Inevitability Cascade....The power to designate events that must occur regardless of intervention. Reality itself would bend to ensure his chosen outcomes manifested exactly as specified. It was wonder disguised as a simple ability description.

His hands trembled slightly as he contemplated the scope of what he had become. These were fundamental alterations to his relationship with the basic forces that governed existence. He had transcended the boundary between individual entity and cosmic principle!

The thought struck him with crystalline clarity: he might no longer need his carefully crafted infiltration plans. Why manipulate the Sovereign Void Imperium from within when he could simply declare the destruction of the few responsible inevitable and watch reality reshape itself to accommodate his will?

The sound of approaching footsteps drew his attention from the contemplation of cosmic forces. Each step carried its own gravitational signature.

"Just what are you doing this time, big guy?"

Sun materialized beside the cerulean throne with the casual ease of someone stepping through their own front door. The Monkey King’s presence was as vibrant as ever...golden fur that seemed to catch and hold starlight, eyes that blazed with the accumulated wisdom of ages, and a smile that managed to convey both mischief and profound understanding.

In his hands, he carried his signature weapon.. a staff of pure golden light that pulsed with its own internal rhythm.

The rod was deceptively simple in appearance, its surface unmarked by any decoration or ornamentation.

The weapon shifted and flowed like liquid metal given form and purpose, sometimes appearing solid as crystallized sunlight, other moments seeming translucent as captured aurora.

Sun’s gaze swept across the magnificent vista surrounding them...the expanding Sea of Thalassara, the eight massive Void-Born Thalassarian Sovereigns floating like artificial moons in perfect formation, the assembled figures of Ancient Ones who had undergone transformation into something unprecedented.

His expression was thoughtful, measuring, as if cataloguing all changes.

Achilles felt his lips curve into a smile that held edges sharp enough to cut space itself. "I’m contemplating whether I should abandon all my careful plans and simply declare the death of my enemies inevitable. I...may be able to do that now."

HUUM!

The words hung in the stellar air between them, carrying weight that made nearby reality ripple with acknowledgment.

Sun’s golden eyes flickered with something that might have been recognition mixed with concern. He nodded slowly, his expression shifting from casual amusement to genuine seriousness. The transformation was subtle but profound, as if layers of pretense were being peeled away to reveal something far more significant beneath.

"Are you able to tell me anything now?" Sun asked, his voice carrying undertones that suggested this conversation had been building toward something for quite some time.

The question settled between them like a bridge finally being completed across an impossible chasm.

For all the casual familiarity they had shared, for all the easy banter and mutual respect, there had always been knowledge held back, truths carefully guarded, secrets that neither shared.

Achilles studied the being before him with new appreciation. The only entity from this Plane of Ethemia who could speak with him as an equal.

There was more to Sun than he had initially understood, depths that had been carefully concealed beneath layers of enthusiastic simplicity.

His smile deepened as understanding crystallized, and he spoke freely "I really am not originating from Ethemia. My father came here to seek refuge...injured with his existence decimated. He found my mother here as I can be considered... half a native of Ethemia."

...!

The admission carried weight that transcended mere revelation. It was an offering of trust, a recognition that whatever game they had been playing was finally approaching its conclusion.

Sun nodded with the gravity of someone who had been carrying their own burden of hidden knowledge for far too long. The casual mask he typically wore dissolved entirely, replaced by something ancient and profound!

His eyes suddenly blazed with golden light like miniature suns achieving critical mass, pupils becoming focal points for radiance that made the surrounding stellar waters seem dim by comparison. When he spoke again, his voice had taken on a deeper register, carrying waves that resonated through dimensional barriers.

"Your father...was a good man," Sun said, each word carefully chosen and weighted with accumulated memory. "When he arrived, he was desolate and confused, paranoid as he did not even trust humans. Your mother... she helped him find his humanity. She helped him become one of us."

BOOM!

The words struck Achilles like gravitational waves from colliding neutron stars!

He looked deeply at Sun again.

What did this monkey just say?!

Sun’s smile turned wry as he observed Achilles’ reaction, clearly understanding the scope of revelation he had just delivered. "You have your secrets, I had mine. The Will of Ethemia... lies behind me. A few other Mythological Ancients were chosen, but none had my talent as I was supposed to reign in the destiny of this Plane and get it ready for outsiders. But with the appearance of your father, many things changed."

...!

A will behind the Plane of Ethemia!

Oh!

Sun...looked bright at this moment as Achilles observed him fully and truly!