I Can Assimilate Everything

On the newly emerging Adrastia Dynasty- the Adrastia Continent.

Formerly called the Kingdom of Neon, what Neon used to be itself…was currently considered the Capital of the Adrastia Dynasty.

The Primal Neon Tower where ridiculous waves of power routinely surged was located here, and it was the first city that Achilles brought to the skies.

The capital of Neon no longer resembled the city it once was.

What had been a battered Colony City days before was now a city of rising grandeur- crystalline towers wrapped in luminous light, great canals of reflective water crisscrossing the streets, all encased in the sprawling embrace of the Sea of Thalassara that hovered above like a living, breathing sky.

And at its heart- the beating forge of new glory- the Titan Dwarves worked.

They labored with a precision that mortal hands could not mimic. Massive, broad-shouldered figures clad in gleaming blacksteel and stone, their arms corded with the strength of mountains, their hands aglow with veins of golden primordial energy.

Where they struck, the world itself seemed to bend, the metal and stone of Neon reshaping under their artifice, not by magic alone, but by ancient craft passed down from before the Long Slumber.

In the center of Neon, what once was a simple courtyard had been hollowed out into a cavernous hall, lit by the dim glow of earth-embedded crystals and molten forges. Here, the Titan Dwarves' Great Workshop had been reborn as they built Evolutius Sentinels and newer versions of Andromeda Sentinels.

And into this hall strode Eloise and Major David, clad in Primordium Evolutius Magitech Suits.

Their steps were light but purposeful, boots striking ancient stones laid anew, faces steady against the immense heat and weight of expectation.

In this bright night, the Dwarves paused in their work as the two approached, hammering slowing, molten metals cooling as deep, ancient eyes turned toward the visitors.

The leader of the Titan Dwarves, King Darrun Flamewake, stepped forward.

His beard was a braided mass of obsidian and jet, his gaze keen as polished obsidian, his chest broad enough to carry the weight of old grudges.

Eloise and David bowed slightly- not out of fear, but respect.

"Did you all see? The identity of the Ancient Ones who were assaulting the Capital of the Thornveil Dynasty is clear, and I remembered your stories that you told yesterday " Eloise said without preamble, her voice echoing cleanly through the hall.

She and other important personages had been mingling recently as the Titan Dwarves told more of their history to others apart from Achilles.

The Dwarves leaned in, wary, expectant.

Major David's hand rested lightly on his chest as he spoke the words that would shatter the air like a hammer blow.

"It was the Ancient Titans of Sanctarith Ultara."

…!

A stillness.

A silence so deep it seemed the very stones of the hall stopped breathing.

King Darrun Flamewake's head lifted sharply, his blackstone eyes narrowing.

"And the land of Ultara itself?" he asked, voice low, careful- as if daring to hope.

"Taken," Eloise said simply. "Should be joining the skies soon."

…!

A sound tore from the Dwarves- not a shout, not a cry, but a deep, rumbling growl.

Old fury. Older grief.

It rolled through the Workshop, shaking dust from the rafters.

King Darrun's fists clenched at his sides, the golden veins along his arms flaring to life as he fought to master the storm inside him.

"Sanctarith Ultara," he said, the name heavy with history. "The Ancient Titans had stolen many things from us when they shattered our Halls and scattered our Kin."

He stepped forward, each footfall a deliberate thud against the ancient stone.

The other Dwarves watched, silent, solemn.

King Darrun Flamewake remembered the core treasure of their people that may actually be returned.

"The Titan Dwarves," he said, voice reverberating like a vow sworn to the world itself, "owe the Adrastia Emperor King a debt that cannot be repaid by stone or steel alone."

He raised his head, eyes burning.

"We will forge for him. As our ancestors once forged for the Titans of old. Not just arms and armor- but the lost Sacred Titan Armory. We will reforge it, in his name!"

The Dwarves behind him let out a low roar, a sound of old pride rekindled, a fire reignited.

Eloise exchanged a glance with David as they just wanted to share the news.

They didn't expect all of this as they only smiled and nodded.

—

A distance away from Neon.

In the skies, within the Sea of Thalassara.

The hammer lifted.

The hammer fell.

For the last time.

BOOM.

The final forging stroke echoed across the tranquil Sea of Thalassara.

From the heart of his Living Forge, Achilles drew forth another weapon he had shaped through the long, tireless night.

A spear.

Not crude. Not simple.

Elegant, deadly- a shaft forged from a braid of his hair and living waters, the spearhead gleaming with threads of crimson-gold starlight and oceanic blue flame.

The spear floated before him, pulsing with a heartbeat of its own.

It was not merely a weapon.

It was a declaration.

Born from lineage, tempered in will.

Achilles stood back as the spear floated in the air alongside the dozens of weapons he had forged through the night- each a masterwork, each a testament to a dynasty not just reborn but ascending.

The world beyond the Sea of Thalassara was waking.

And Achilles gazed toward the horizon, his purple-gold eyes sharp and steady.

The first light of dawn crested the horizon, spilling golden brilliance across the waters.

The Sea shimmered like a sheet of liquid sapphire.

The Adrastia Continent- vast, floating, crowned by the Sea above- glowed with a glory that had not been seen in the world for a thousand years.

And high in the sky, distant but growing larger, a vast shadow approached- a floating continent of ice and frost.

The Glacivane Dynasty's Continent.

Fourteen cities strong.

Fifty million plus souls.

A new addition to the Adrastia Dynasty- to the future Achilles would forge.

He exhaled slowly, the breath calm, measured.

His hand stretched out once more.

And with a quiet command, the Living Forge shimmered- blooming to life once again.

The night was gone.

A new day bloomed, with the night having been eventful.

His Primordial Avatar had been forging the whole night while also bringing an entire continent to the skies that now arrived.

His main body…was enjoying the why behind his actions.

Rose. She did not allow him to get any sleep as she wanted to put his words to the test, and of course, he did not back down.

In the midst of all the craziness and wonders, the hours they spent together in each other's arms just this previous night made everything worth it.

To ensure that he did not lose that, he would continue to do absolutely anything he had to!

Such thoughts burned brilliantly within his mind as a new day bloomed.

Ever closer to the congregation of Ancient Ones and Humans. Ever closer to the Triarcan Keep.