Achilles gave a cold glance to the disappearing Corpse Hierophant.
This dumb motherfucker couldn't save his life to the very end.
Until one figured out how their enemy operated, they shouldn't be doing too much or drawing attention to themselves. They should observe and learn and calculate before making moves that could backfire catastrophically.
By drawing attention to Achilles and himself, they all learned something new.
But the lesson for THE Corpse Hierophant was death.
For Achilles, it was the immensity and hubris of this being.
This so-called Master.
Anyone powerful had the right to be prideful. They deserved it after all their hardship and advancement and cultivation across eons of dedicated effort. Pride was the natural consequence of genuine achievement.
But this hubris could also become their downfall.
