The battle bloomed with the terrible beauty of a story deciding to tell itself in screams and shattered light.

From a vantage point that existed more in narrative than physical space, Achilles observed.

Veiled in the Existential Authority of The Void, he was not merely invisible; he was absent, a statistical improbability that reality had agreed to overlook!

Beside him, Rose's crystalline form remained equally undetected, her own new nature resonating with the very weavings of this foreign Star Sea.

Even here, amidst a war between cosmic entities, they were ghosts.

Shockingly, Mor'dantius the Harvest King, a Tier 9 Null Scale existence whose senses could perceive the rustle of a single Fable across light-years, could not find him.

The Titan-Primus Shal'garon, another Tier 9 whose entire being was a symphony of cosmic resonance, detected no dissonance, no foreign note in the song of his reality.

A thrill, pure and cold, shot through Achilles's consciousness. This was the intoxicating truth of his path!

This was the power that Assimilation brought him!

The possibility to do what others deemed impossible, to ignore the carefully constructed tiers of existence that governed the lives of others.

He was a bug in their system, a line of code they hadn't written and couldn't delete.

Below, the defiant Crystalline Titans unleashed their authority. They did not fight with metal or energy in any conventional sense; they fought with music.

Warriors sang battle songs that became weapons of solid sound, shimmering waves of harmonic force that could pulverize asteroids.

Battle-Mages created dissonance fields, zones where the very frequency of existence became so chaotic that the Nar'Thyss warriors faltered, their narrative structures momentarily confused by sound that existed more fundamentally than story.

Titan-Primus Shal'garon was a maestro of destruction. He roared, and the sound that emerged from his diamond-pure form was the fundamental frequency of Star Sea Gamma-7 itself, a note so profound that it declared this space his and his alone!

The harmonic wave spread outward, causing the vanguard of the Nar'Thyss to shatter like glass, their stories ending mid-sentence.

But the Nar'Thyss were weavers of tragedy for a reason.

Surrounded by unique clouds of authority, they systematically pushed back.

This was the Scourge. It was the Existential Authority of Fables transformed into something ugly, corrupted, a narrative plague given form.

Each Nar'Thyss gave off a murky obsidian glow as they unleashed this story-eating disease.

Achilles observed the violation with coldness.

He watched as a stream of the Scourge latched onto a Crystalline Titan warrior. The Titan's radiant form, once a beacon of harmonic purity, began to develop blisters of dissonant energy.

Its song became a scream of static. Its power rapidly drained as the narrative plague rewrote its existence from hero to victim.

Then, with a wet pop that was somehow audible across the vacuum, the Titan exploded into pustules of existence.

POP!

Liquid black death, the liquefied remains of a consumed story, splattered across the void, an infection that latched onto others nearby.

They too began to blister, their light dimming, their song turning to a dirge. It was distasteful, horrendous, and a profound blasphemy against the Existential Authority of Fables he had come to understand!

He turned his crystalline head toward Rose, his voice a low thrum that only she could perceive.

"Are you ready?"

Her crystalline form shimmered, and her voice of chimes returned the familiar warmth. "Yes, Little Fatty."

With that, Achilles slowly let his veil of non-existence fall away. He did not appear with a flash of light or a tear in space. He simply… was.

One moment, there was nothing. The next, a hundred-meter-tall crystalline titan of impossible design floated among the ranks of the defenders, his presence a new, unexpected note in the cosmic symphony.

His gaze swept past the chaos, past the maddened and roaring Titan-Primus Shal'garon who was now locked in a titanic duel with Mor'dantius, and settled on a smaller, though no less significant, drama.

A Tier 7 Nar'Thyss cackled with narrative glee, its eight pairs of wings fluttering as it watched a Crystalline Titan commander dissolve under its personal cloud of Scourge.

It was a perfect moment of tragedy, a satisfying plot point. Feeling the surge of narrative energy from the kill, the Nar'Thyss turned to find its next victim, its attention already moving on.

It saw the new titan- Achilles, floating nearby and, with casual cruelty, directed its remaining Scourge toward him.

The murky obsidian cloud enveloped Achilles's crystalline form. The Tier 7 Nar'Thyss laughed, a sound like tearing pages. Such an action was suicide! The newcomer would explode right after, another satisfyingly pointless death to feed its Fable.

The Nar'Thyss turned away, already looking for another Titan to torment.

But…

In the next moment, an obsidian ball of light shot out from the very cloud of Scourge that had swallowed Achilles.

It moved with the speed of a thought that had decided to become a bullet. It struck the center of the Tier 7 Nar'Thyss, and where it hit, there was no explosion, no impact. There was only… absence.

BOOM!

An empty hole appeared in the Nar'Thyss's body, a perfect sphere of nothingness where its narrative core had been.

Its authority, its story, its very meaning…was completely erased and negated into nothingness. Its wings froze mid-flutter.

The light in its many eyes went out. It fell, lifeless, a story that had been unwritten, tumbling into the void.

Null Authority Manipulation!

Achilles had utilized the terrifying ability of his Void Assimilation. From the dissipating cloud of Scourge, he emerged untouched, his crystalline form now surrounded by dozens of the obsidian balls of nothingness, swirling around him like a constellation of anti-stars.

Nearby, other Nar'Thyss froze!

They felt it instantly…the sudden, jarring collapse of a narrative.

A story had just been deleted from existence, and the resulting void sent shivers of wrongness through their collective consciousness.

They turned, their many eyes fixing on the impossible sight of Achilles, the bringer of nothingness.

He looked at them coldly.

Then, with the detached precision of an entity playing marbles with universes, he began to throw the obsidian clusters of nothingness.

The Nar'Thyss raised their clouds of Scourge, their Existential Authority of Fables rising to meet the attack.

But their authority could not stop it. Where the obsidian clusters touched the murky clouds, the Scourge was not dispersed; it was erased, negated from existence.

The clusters of nothingness then tore through their butterfly-like forms, not shredding flesh but shredding meaning. Their Fables unraveled. Their stories were deleted mid-sentence.

One after another, then in groups, multiple Nar'Thyss began to die en masse for the first time in recent history! Not in glorious battle, not as tragic sacrifices, but with the quiet, ignominious finality of a typo being erased!

This… was not a story. This was an edit.

The shock rippling through the Nar'Thyss legion was a palpable thing. Across the battlefield, the languid Mor'dantius, who had been toying with Shal'garon with an expression of grand arrogance, suddenly stopped.

His head snapped in Achilles's direction, his many eyes blazing with pure, unadulterated rage as he sensed so many of his kin, so many of his precious story-engines, being permanently silenced.

Achilles looked right back at him, his crystalline eyes cold and empty as the void he now commanded.

He waited.

He waited for the Harvest King to erupt with his Fable, to unleash the full narrative weight of his Tier 9 existence.

The moment that storm of story swirled around this battlefield, Rose would unleash her poison.

And after that… oh, the fable after that would be a terrifying one indeed!

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