A level of danger.
That was what Achilles currently felt.
Even though he'd agreed to take down the murderous entity who'd experimented on countless humans and advanced beings—and butchered hundreds of thousands over the span of years in his own colony cities—he had planned to do it while getting stronger.
Because the enemy was a fucking Astral Core Ascension Entity.
Someone who stood at the very top of one of the Thirteen Dynasties of this World.
A Throne!
And now, instead of slowly accumulating power—even at the rapid pace he'd been moving—he was going to face the wrath and attacks of such a being way too early.
This was a dangerous predicament, and he looked at the daughter of that being.
What was he supposed to do?
As of this moment, he didn't know. But her father had observed everything.
