Achilles currently felt a ridiculous level of power that he could not even explain.
He should still be at THE First Scale of Existence by every conventional measurement that governed advancement and classification within Vakochev's framework. He had not established his Civilizational Anchor.
He had not crossed the threshold that separated the vast majority of beings from those who operated at Proterozoic heights. By the architecture of existence as he had understood it since awakening his Civilization, he remained a First Scale being regardless of what had just occurred within the shattered remnants of THE Gilded Laboratory Outpost #32.
And yet he felt like he could decimate anything on THE Second Scale.
