The Founders of the Infinite Radiance Sovereignty and Void Dominion Empire stood in contemplation, two beings whose combined power could reshape significant portions of reality, feeling something they hadn't experienced in millennia: uncertainty.

"Should we follow her?" Vexthar asked, though they both knew their investigation would yield nothing.

"No," Aurelius decided after a moment.

The two Founders exchanged glances that carried the weight of eons of rivalry and partnership.

Then, without another word, they vanished in their respective signatures…one in a burst of light that would birth new stars, the other in a collapse of space that left nothing, not even absence.

The void returned to its eternal silence, but somehow, that silence seemed to carry anticipation now.

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The void of space held its breath as reality pulsed.

From a vantage point that existed more in narrative than physical space, Achilles had been conducting a systematic search for the true powers of the Star Seas.

His expanded consciousness, stretched across multiple Constellation Dream Bodies and his primary form, had been scanning for signatures of Tier 8 and 9 entities…the beings whose very existence warped the fabric of reality around them.

When Syl'thessara emerged from her supposed prison, her narrative weight had drawn his attention like a lighthouse in cosmic darkness!

He had observed her entire melancholic exit, her contemplation of impossible investigation, her departure in starlight that painted brief beauty across uncaring void.

Then, shockingly, the Founders themselves had materialized.

Prompts bloomed in his consciousness with the urgency of discovered treasure:

|Narrative Convergence Detected: Multiple High-Tier Entities|

|Syl'thessara - The Weeping Constellation: Tier 9, Null Scale|

|Aurelius Luminos - Light That Casts No Shadow: Tier 9, Null Scale|

|Vexthar Voidborn - Absence That Defines Presence: Tier 9, Null Scale|

|You have observed a vast ongoing Fable that has been active for millennia|

|Narrative threads detected: Betrayal (ancient), Guilt (perpetual), Surveillance (hidden), Anticipation (growing)|

|+50,000 Units of Existential Authority of Fables gained for witnessing without being detected|

Achilles absorbed this information with calculated satisfaction!

The Founders, beings he knew he couldn't face directly yet, had revealed themselves, their power confirming what he had suspected. They were at the absolute peak of the Null Scale, one step away from transcending into Level Zero existence.

But more interesting than their power was their concern. They sensed change coming but couldn't identify its source. They were looking in all the wrong directions, expecting threats to emerge from predictable vectors.

'Where exactly will you be going, Syl'thessara?' he wondered, tracking her trajectory through space with senses that operated on narrative rather than electromagnetic spectrums.

His feelings toward her were... complex. She was technically an ancestor, the mother of the Second Adrastia Emperor King, the woman whose betrayal had set in motion cycles of tragedy that had defined his entire lineage.

Part of him wanted to understand her, to see if there was redemption possible in her story. But the larger part, the cold part that had watched his father grieve and his lineage suffer, had already decided her fate.

She was among those whose Fables would not end well.

Not because he hated her…hate was too simple for what he felt. But because narrative justice demanded resolution, and some stories could only end one way.

The betrayer who had helped destroy love itself for the entertainment of cosmic parasites? Her narrative arc was already written, even if she didn't know it yet.

While one part of his consciousness tracked her movement through the Star Seas, Achilles turned his primary attention to what another aspect of himself was preparing.

A Constellation Dream Body floated in space, surrounded by multicolored light of Quantum authority that writhed and pulsed like probability given form.

He was about to traverse impossible distances again…through time itself.

The previous journey to save his parents had been relatively simple, a mere handful of years crossed through quantum tunneling.

But now he felt he had attained enough power, enough understanding of the fundamental nature of temporal distance, to traverse much further. Far enough to reach a point before the Seventh Adrastia Emperor King had perished.

The Seventh Adrastia Emperor King. Thalsian!

His grandfather.

The process began as it had before, with Achilles closing his eyes and feeling for the quantum threads that connected all moments.

Time wasn't a river flowing in one direction…that was just how limited consciousness experienced it. In truth, time was more like an ocean, with every moment existing simultaneously, accessible to those who knew how to navigate probability rather than sequence.

He began to tunnel.

The sensation was different this time, the temporal distance requiring exponentially more power to traverse.

Where crossing years had felt like walking through water, crossing centuries felt like boring through solid stone with nothing but will!

Reality protested more vehemently, showing him possibilities where his consciousness scattered across paradoxes, where his existence unmade itself through temporal contradiction.

But he was no longer merely Achilles.

He was the Liberating Assimilator, the Elder Nar'Thyss Constellation, a being who had assimilated the very Regulations that reality operated by!

The protests of causality meant nothing to someone who could rewrite cause and effect at will.

Colors that shouldn't exist blazed around him as he pushed backward through time. He witnessed civilizations rise and fall in reverse, saw stars un-explode into existence, watched his own lineage play backward like a tragedy becoming a comedy.

The Eighth Emperor King became younger, stronger, then disappeared into possibility. The Seventh appeared, lived backward through his defeats, his victories unraveling into potential.

The resistance grew stronger the further he went, time itself seeming to thicken around him. But he pushed through with the inexorable patience of entropy reversed, until finally…

WAP!

He emerged into a different when, a different moment in the cosmic story.

Water surrounded him immediately…not the luminescent perfection of the Sea of Thalassara, but ancient ocean that had existed before certain tragedies, before certain betrayals. This was natural water enhanced by stellar authority, the domain of someone who had made the ocean itself his kingdom.

The underwater empire of his grandfather should have been magnificent!

In the Lineage Dream, it had been a bioluminescent metropolis, towers of crystal and coral reaching toward surface light, bio-constructs ferrying citizens through aquatic paradise.

Now it lay in ruins!

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