Achilles stood suspended in the stellar void of Star Sea Beta-13, his consciousness expanded across distances.

Around him, the cosmic architecture of this particular Star Sea hummed with the ambient authority of countless existences…stars burning through their fusion cycles, civilizations rising and falling on populated worlds, the endless dance of matter and energy playing out across light-years.

But his attention wasn't on any of that.

His perception focused on three specific points within this vast expanse.. three locations where the Void had been carefully deployed to contain the Nar'Thyss he'd isolated.

Elara and her two companions, both Tier 1 Level Zero Scale Nar'Thyss entities whose names he'd learned but whose importance paled compared to the primary target.

The Void covered them completely.

Perfect spheres of absolute negation, each one maintaining the kind of containment that should have required constant expenditure of power to sustain. But Achilles had become something that made such limitations irrelevant- he was One With Existence now, and more specifically, One With The Void.

The sensation was profound in its simplicity.

He didn't just control the Void. He was the Void, in the same way that an ocean was simultaneously all its constituent drops of water while remaining a singular entity.

Every manifestation of negation, every sphere of nothingness he'd deployed, every aspect of the fundamental erasure he commanded...

They were all him. Extensions of his existence stretched across space, maintaining their presence without requiring conscious attention because they were simply there in the same way his hands were there, his eyes were there, his heart continued beating without requiring deliberate thought.

And if they were him, if the Void surrounding the three Nar'Thyss was fundamentally an extension of his own existence...

Then the vast Void outside the Star Seas…that incomprehensible expanse between stellar clusters where…that was him too.

All of it. The entire impossible distance stretching between Star Seas, the darkness that separated cosmic structures, the fundamental emptiness that comprised more of existence than all matter combined.

One With The Void meant exactly that.

Achilles felt the connection settle into his consciousness with the weight of absolute certainty. He could sense the Void here in Beta-13, could perceive its manifestation around his three captive targets.

And simultaneously, he could sense the Void elsewhere…countless light-years distant, in regions of space so remote that conventional travel would require centuries even for entities capable of faster-than-light movement.

If both manifestations were him...

If both locations were simply different expressions of the same fundamental emptiness...

Then displacement shouldn't just be possible. It should be trivial!

HUUM!

The thought crystallized into intent, and Achilles felt the ocean of his reserves surge in response. This wouldn't be a small expenditure.

He was going to take three powerful entities, each one wrapped in spheres of contained Void, and simply move them.

Not through space. Not via any kind of conventional transportation.

He was going to redefine which particular manifestation of Void they occupied, shift them from one expression of emptiness to another expression countless light-years away, all while maintaining the perfect containment that kept them isolated and unaware of exactly what was happening.

Displacement through identity rather than distance.

A large portion of his reserves burned!

The ocean of his power dropped precipitously…not drained entirely but noticeably diminished, as if he'd just spent enough energy to fuel several star systems for millennia.

The expenditure was enormous, staggering, the kind of cost that would have made lesser beings reconsider whether the effort was worthwhile.

But Achilles had never been interested in efficiency when effectiveness was required.

Reality twisted.

Space-time folded in ways that shouldn't have been possible, the fabric of existence temporarily forgetting how distances worked as three spheres of contained Void simply ceased to be in Star Sea Beta-13 and began to be in a region of the greater Void so remote that no Star Sea's light reached it…a pocket of absolute emptiness where nothing existed except the fundamental darkness between cosmic structures.

Here, no powerful Nar'Thyss would be able to find!

The displacement completed in an instant that felt like eternity, and Achilles felt the connection stabilize. The three Nar'Thyss were gone from Beta-13, relocated to isolation so perfect that even if they screamed for help, their calls would dissipate into meaningless noise before traveling far enough to reach anyone capable of responding.

He'd just moved three Level Zero Scale Nar'Thyss entities across distances that should have made such transportation impossible.

And now, in that remote pocket of Void where conventional rules meant nothing...

They could slowly become truly good friends!

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Elara felt the change.

It was subtle at first…so slight that she almost dismissed it as paranoia brought on by whar seemed like hours of containment within this sphere of negation. But her consciousness had been honed across eons of weaving tragedies and manipulating narratives, and she hadn't survived this long by ignoring instincts that whispered warnings.

Something about the Void surrounding her felt different!

Not in its fundamental nature…it was still the same absolute negation that had trapped her, still the same erasure that prevented her from manifesting her full authority. But there was a quality to it now that hadn't been there before, as if the emptiness itself had somehow become more empty, more remote, more fundamentally isolated from anything resembling conventional space.

Fury erupted through her massive butterfly-like form.

She roared!

"PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK ALONE WILL NOT WORK!" Her voice carried across the Void with authority that made the emptiness itself ripple with her rage.

"THREATENING THE NAR'THYSS, REGARDLESS OF WHICH ORGANIZATION YOU BELONG TO, WILL ONLY LEAD TO COLLAPSE!"

Her many wings beat with frustration, stellar patterns inscribed across their surfaces pulsing with narrative authority that couldn't quite manifest within the sphere containing her.

"THIS ENTIRE STRETCH OF THE VOID IS THE TERRITORY OF THE NAR'THYSS!" The declaration carried absolute certainty born from eons of truth. "WEAK THINGS LIKE YOU CAN PASS THROUGH, BUT ANYTHING STRONGER..."

She paused, letting contempt saturate her next words.

"HMPH. DON'T EVEN HOPE YOU CAN BE SAVED!"

The threat hung in the emptiness, reverberating with the kind of confidence that came from being part of an organization so vast and terrible that its mere name inspired fear across all Star Seas. The Nar'Thyss didn't just control portions of the Void—they owned it, had claimed it through right of conquest and maintained that claim through overwhelming force applied consistently across cosmic timescales.

Any entity stupid enough to attack one of them in their own territory was committing suicide with extra steps.

Elara's consciousness expanded outward, searching for any sign of her captor, any indication of…

There.

Her perception locked onto something, a presence that hadn't been there moments before, now manifesting from the Void itself as if the emptiness had decided to birth something new. Her many eyes focused with predatory intensity, narrative authority gathering despite the constraints around her, preparing to unleash the full weight of her capability the moment this foolish entity came within range.

The presence solidified.

Blue-green light erupted in the darkness…radiant and terrible, carrying signatures of power that made Elara's consciousness pause with momentary uncertainty.

The light intensified until it resolved into a form…humanoid but wrong.

A blue-green entity floated before her, waters and flames swirling in impossible patterns around a form that seemed simultaneously solid and fluid.

Elara's eyes narrowed as confusion warred with fury.

This wasn't the presence she'd been expecting. This wasn't the overwhelming stellar authority that had trapped her, wasn't the consciousness that had felt like it could rewrite reality through simple refusal to accept its rules.

This was... someone else!

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