Avalon, it was a name they chose on a whim, but it is still something they chose.
Choice. That is what every living being was given from the moment of their birth.
Right now, Avalon was floating in the Atlantis Ocean, changing their shape constantly, modifying the Ultimate Predator form to better fight Charlotte.
The previous battle gave them some insight, combined with their observation.
The Great Game has yet to end. This round simply belonged to Charlotte.
The next game will happen after she perish, or the Lesser Template of Life somehow get separate from her.
However, no longer being the Records of Beast, Avalon simply wants revenge. Retribution against the girl who defeated them.
By any means necessary.
Closing their crimson eyes, they sink into their thoughts.
Like the Akasha, all Records of Beast are the same, yet different. Each iteration inherit the memories and feelings of the previous. But that is not all...
From the first spark of life, they witnessed the miracle that is consciousness. It was a simple thing, yet it was beautiful. From the first death of life to the birth of the lastest, they feel everything. Consciousness was required for it all.
Though more than that.
Avalon focused, condensing that time into a single moment...
With a smile, they showed their fangs.
"Success."
For a being with immense willpower - more than Charlotte even - achieving IT was a simple matter. But it was just the first step.
What Avalon wanted was an Inner World, despite Charlotte getting it with relative ease, it was not a simple matter that could be achieved. Since historically, there were only two people who had achieved it, Charlotte with her World of Chalk, and Ramses the Great.
Inner World, as described, is the inner world of someone, it is what defined them as an individual.
Even before beginning to think of what it should look like, even before conceptualizing it— the requirement was to understand oneself, in other words, Defining what they are. Then boil it all down to a single description.
Like Charlotte's World of Chalk, it is the manifestation of her loneliness and the acceptance of it, as well as her view of the world through her eyes, the hope and ambition she has in humanity. All of it condensed into a single description: Pure.
No matter how tainted she becomes, in the end, she will always remain pure and unchanging.
Avalon always knew what they are - a checkpoint in the evolution of life, a being that define Life on Earth as a whole, and the constant reminder of the Cycle of Violence the World recreated.
With all of that, Avalon boiled their existence to a single descriptor: Life.
The next step was to Conceptualize the Inner World, giving the descriptor a place to inhabit.
Charlotte Conceptualized the concept of Alchemy. The World of Chalk is basically a giant alchemy circle, turning anything inside it into alchemical ingredient, even things like soul.
This is why the Argent World of Chalk is so dangerous; making contact with it can turn any normal person into chalk in seconds.
Avalon would need to think on this for a while.
Opening their eyes, they noticed a cargo ship heading from East to West, transporting goods from Europe to America. Normally, they would just ignore it.
But Avalon was hungry. Their form solidified back into the Ultimate Predator— and they punched the ship, shredding it in half.
As the ship was sinking, they rushed onto one half. Their senses found twelve humans on board, trying to get to a lifeboat.
But Avalon wouldn't let them be. Their right arm grew quills, thick and long like porcupine. With a swing, they shot the quills and hit the sailors.
In an instant, they all screamed in pain. As they had combined cone snail, blue ring octopus, and box jellyfish venoms, delivering a violent mix of toxins into the unfortunate people.
Standing on top of a container with perfect balance. They leaped in and began to devour the sailors, their fangs tore the men apart viciously. Killing and consuming all of them took no time, leaving only a few bones. They are full, and they decided to stare at the setting sun while the ship sinks.
They need to grasp what to conceptualize, what would be fitting for them, that also can deal with Charlotte?
For the child blessed by Time itself, the girl who reached infinity. Then they must encompass her Infinity, and block out her shine— like how she wants to block out the stars.
"So. I shall reach Eternity. Because I am. The. World."
Avalon grasped the sky, blocking the sun with their hand.
And at the same time, they finished the combination specifically for Charlotte. The ability to sweat of primate and equine, the bone density of toothed whale, the muscle structure of tiger and kangaroo. Inbetween all of that are trillions of traits from the animal kingdom.
The final step to achieve the Inner World is simple.
"To give it a name."
To Avalon, a name is something that define the nature of a being. It was not something important to them. A beast was a beast, it is just that simple.
But words are powerful, they learned it from Charlotte. In her own words, "Because language is the most powerful weapon any creature can use. A word can spell the end of an empire, a cry can bring salvation, a laugh can confirm peace, an idea spoken can change the course of history."
Their eyes constricted, and they bared their fangs.
"Charlotte. Silvi."
"I. Shall. Show. You..."
"Who is the..."
"PREDATOR"
