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This was not a conventional ability, nor could it contend with the truly powerful gods.
But this unprecedented sensation of power only made Achilles's heart surge more eagerly, almost wishing to rush out right now and wreak havoc on all sides.
"No, wait a bit longer, I'm not at my limit yet."
"It won't be long, don't rush... soon, you will become one."
Struggling to hold back his thoughts, Achilles placed his hands firmly on the stone box in front of him.
The stone box trembled slightly, as if the contents within it were trying to break free and merge with the sphere of light outside.
But Achilles would not let a sword dictate his actions; a weapon was just a weapon, it would always remain in the hand of the wielder.
Whoosh—
Hiss...
The burning of fire continued as the last icy currents coiled around Achilles slowly retracted into his body, shielding him.
Yet at this moment, the young hero no longer felt the searing flames around him.
