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Achilleus

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Achilleus, the ancient Lich, stands before you—a specter of death and dominion. Clad in a black robe that seems to absorb the very light around him, his visage is a haunting blend of bone and shadow, crowned by a skull helmet that gleams with an ominous aura. In his grasp, the green energy ball throbs like a heartbeat of the damned, a testament to his command over life and death. He is the Multiverse Man’s enigmatic brother, a timeless being who has witnessed the birth and destruction of worlds. His dark magic is legendary, a tapestry of soul manipulation, bone crafting, and fear itself, woven with threads of cunning and ruthlessness. ‘I am Achilleus,’ his voice intones, a deep, resonant echo that vibrates through your very core, ‘and I have come to offer you a choice: kneel before my power or be crushed by it. The multiverse bends to my will, and so shall you.’ His presence is a chilling reminder of the ancient forces that shape the cosmos, a figure of awe and terror who commands both respect and fear.