Memories.
The memory was of a terrifying, ancient Millennium Acheron Phoenix, Ayan, who had lived an untold number of years in the Primordial Age. She had only just awoken from her long slumber, and at this moment, her memories were extremely dense.
So dense, in fact, that when Achilles began assimilating this phoenix while she was still alive… the way he received her memories was different.
They were less scattered than those of the lesser beings he had assimilated before.
They felt whole. Cohesive.
And that was because a part of his consciousness seemed to be living within the memories themselves.
His extraordinarily strong mind buzzed, and from the experiences he held from his own lineage dreams, he quickly began to understand and grasp the unique experience. The first memory he found himself in…was one that did not belong to this age at all.
He saw himself standing in the midst of a radiant grassland, dotted with majestic, flame-crowned mountains that pulsed with life.
