Achilles remained still as the Monkey King leaned leisurely against another tree branch, tail flicking, eyes gleaming.
Not a friend.
Not an enemy.
A variable with power.
A tool.
A dangerous one!
But even dangerous tools have uses...
Achilles glanced toward the half-eaten fruit in Sun's hand, then toward the glowing trees behind him. The creature's delight wasn't fake. If anything, the fruits had stunned him in a way few things probably could.
Appetite could be leveraged.
His golden eyes shimmered faintly.
He raised his right hand and waved with casual grace as…
Ten Primordium Evolutius Fruits materialized in midair, trailing with purple-gold mist and glistening with celestial vitality, no Spores within them.
"I can offer a few of these," Achilles said, voice calm, authoritative. "If you're willing to trade… information."
The moment the fruits glimmered in the air, Sun lit up.
