Achilles watched the emergence of the purple obsidian crystals with an expression that betrayed nothing of the calculations churning beneath his stellar features.
The growths looked like semi-solid semi-liquid mixtures of cancerous expansion, tumor-like formations that spread outward from the Civilizational Convergence Engine with hunger that seemed almost conscious. They radiated a heavy immensity of chaotic Civilizational and heterogeneous authority, pressure that made even his enhanced foundations tremble slightly as they passed.
Within them were mixtures of Chaos, Paradox, and Existence...but mutated and altered in a horrid way that made them look distorted and wrong.
"What... is this?"
His voice emerged somber as he watched the crystalline growths stretch for light years in moments, purple brilliance consuming everything in their path of expansion.
