Mycelle.

Overseer of the Sanctuary of Life.

Achilles looked at such a being as she returned his gaze with equal intensity. Her devilish smile widened slightly as she tilted her head, her expression shifting toward something that combined amusement with analytical assessment.

"I see eyes of confusion."

Her tone was conversational, almost teasing.

"Are you confused? I suppose we do have time for me to explain a little while I monitor any changes from the existence surrounding the Tower of Life." Her verdant eyes gleamed with sharp light. "Checking for anyone acting suspicious after your emergence. Anyone whose behavior patterns shift in ways that suggest they're preparing to act against a suddenly prominent target."

She looked him up and down as she spoke. Her gaze was analyzing the fundamental structure of his existence.

Moments passed in silence as she conducted this examination. Her expression shifted through subtle variations- surprise, curiosity, calculation, and something that might have been approval.

Finally, she nodded.

"Yep. Unique."

Her verdict was delivered with certainty.

"Even though you have seemingly only just come in contact with Living Existential Authority of Life, your transformation is so recent I can still perceive the integration settling into your cellular structure…the purity of your existence exceeds even the Living Lives who have resided in this domain for decades or centuries."

She paused, letting that observation sink in.

"And this is before you have been granted formal entry into our Civilization. Before you've undergone ceremonial initiation or received official recognition." Her eyes shone brilliantly as implications cascaded through her consciousness. "Hmm. That's... problematic in several interesting ways."

She pulled back slightly, then waved her hands.

Two thrones manifested from nothing. One materialized behind her, the other behind Achilles, magnificent seats constructed from what appeared to be crystallized Living Existential Authority compressed into solid form.

She snapped her fingers.

BOOM!

Achilles felt terrifying force seize his existence, not hostile but absolutely irresistible, authority that brooked no possibility of resistance regardless of his elevated capabilities.

The pressure pushed him backward onto the throne behind him.

Mycelle sat on her own throne with grace that suggested she'd performed this action countless times before. The moment both were seated, the thrones began floating upward…rising with smooth acceleration.

The garden underneath them seemingly began to fade from sight. Not disappearing but growing distant as their elevation increased, the carefully cultivated plants and potent herbs shrinking toward insignificance as the thrones continued their ascent.

The surroundings became painted with verdant-green brilliance. Reality itself seemed to thin and shift, conventional space giving way to something more malleable…a domain that operated according to principles that transcended physical limitations.

The only thing visible in their surroundings now was radiant concentration of Living Existential Authority. It manifested as luminous clouds of verdant light possessing texture that suggested substance while maintaining fluid, gaseous properties.

The authority was so dense here that Achilles felt his existence respond with familiar hunger…cells crying out to Assimilate this concentrated power.

He prevented himself from doing so through conscious effort. His will clamped down on instinctive cravings, refusing to allow his body's desires to override anything.

"Since you are so exceptional…so ridiculously, absurdly exceptional that you've forced me to personally intervene rather than letting standard protocols handle your evaluation, I will give you some background information."

Her tone shifted toward something more serious, though the devilish amusement never entirely left her features.

"Context about exactly what your existence has stumbled into. What forces you've drawn attention from through your unprecedented performance."

HUUM!

As she began speaking, the Living Existential Authority of Life surrounding them started transforming. The radiant light and cloudy texture began organizing itself into shapes, into structures, visualizing the concepts she was describing with three-dimensional clarity that made abstract information immediately comprehensible.

"In observable existence, there are actually multiple Primordial Civilizations."

Her voice took on qualities of formal instruction, as if she was delivering information that should have been taught through structured lessons rather than emergency explanations.

"These entities were active and glorious during what we call the Age of Civilizations. An epoch so distant that most current beings cannot even comprehend the timeframes involved…eons measured in scales that dwarf the lifespans of entire Folds."

As she spoke, the radiant authority behind them formed into massive structures. They appeared one by one…magnificent edifices that seemed to represent civilizations through symbolic architecture rather than literal construction. Each structure radiated distinct authority that suggested fundamental principles governing their operations.

Achilles could see more than a dozen floating in the surroundings. The thrones he and Mycelle occupied began spinning slowly, rotating to provide clear view of each represented Civilization as she continued her explanation.

He could identify one structure immediately…a radiant edifice burning with verdant brilliant radiance, pulsing with the same Living Existential Authority that permeated this entire domain.

The Primordial Civilization of Life.

But surrounding it were others. Structures radiating different authorities. Each one massive, each one suggesting power that operated at scales where individual capability became collective force.

Mycelle's expression grew more somber as she continued.

"These Primordial Civilizations were grand and immense. Their power was unfathomable…even for someone like me, who has achieved status that places me among the elevated members of my own Civilization, their true scope remains beyond complete comprehension."

Her verdant eyes dimmed slightly with what might have been sorrow or regret.

"But this was eons ago. In the Age of Civilizations, when these entities operated at full strength with complete leadership and unified purpose."

She paused, allowing weight to settle.

"In that glorious age, there was The Primordial Civilization of Necrocracy."

WAA!

The surroundings transformed dramatically. All the other represented Civilizations faded toward transparency, becoming ghostly suggestions rather than solid manifestations. The focus shifted entirely toward a new structure materializing above them.

"And with Necrocracy came the calamity that would go on to fracture every single Primordial Civilization in observable existence."

Her voice dropped to lower register, carrying implications that made the temperature seem to plummet despite the abundant Life energy surrounding them.

"That calamity was... THE Corpse Hierophant."

The name resonated through the domain with weight that made reality itself shudder. As Mycelle spoke it, the visualization above them completed its transformation.

A massive structure appeared…an edifice surrounded by weavings of death and terror that seemed to drain vitality from surrounding space just through their visual representation. Obsidian light flooded everything nearby, darkness so absolute it consumed even the abundant verdant radiance that had previously dominated.

And above this structure, crowning it with symbolism that needed no explanation, hung an obsidian skull with crimson sockets. The representation pulsed with malevolent authority that suggested this wasn't merely death but active antipathy toward existence itself.

"The leader of the Primordial Civilization of Necrocracy."

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