I Can Assimilate Everything

Achilles raised his eyes.

Golden waves of Planar Destiny coiled and shimmered all around the Triarcan Keep- dense, layered, flowing in complex tides that only a few could even perceive. But to him, they were visible, and now, increasingly decipherable.

His gaze remained cold and analytical.

He saw possible fates unraveling.

Threads of fortune and ruin coiling above every force that had arrived.

Dynasties.

Supreme Forces.

Ancient Ones.

Each surrounded by a halo of golden threads, none of which escaped his notice.

As he silently watched, the Vessel of Adrastia began its descent into the Keep.

The platform below them glowed faintly with Runescripture as they neared the central receiving point of the Triarcan Keep.

And there, waiting in the skies were two figures.

One was a Luminblood Stage Astral Core Ascension human from the Myrrnith Dynasty. The other was a Luminblood Astral Core Ascension Winged Lion from the Pride of Aeonthar.

They stood in front of the floating landmass, the woman smiling faintly while the lion regarded them calmly.

The woman stepped forward and spoke with courtesy.

"We greet you on behalf of the Triarcan Keep. May we know which Dynasty you belong to, so that you can be seated accordingly?"

Achilles stepped slightly ahead of the others.

He smiled.

"We are a group that has severed ties with the Lunaris Dynasty," he said plainly. "It would be more than okay to simply seat us near the Lunaris forces."

…!

The woman's brow rose in surprise.

Her gaze drifted behind him, and the moment she saw who stood there, her surprise turned to disbelief.

Her eyes lingered on the Magitech Throne, Aliya.

Then shifted to the Glacivane Throne, Lancelot!

Then finally… to the Thornveil Throne, Thorndike.

Her hand instinctively moved to her eyes, as if trying to clear an illusion.

But the figures did not vanish.

They simply stared back in silence.

None of them said a word.

The woman looked away, stiffening slightly before nodding.

"If that is the case," she said quickly, "then please leave your vessel in its current position and follow us."

The Winged Lion beside her said nothing, only turned to lead the way.

All around them, many vessels remained floating in the skies. Those aboard disembarked in humanoid form, Ancients and humans alike, making their way toward the interior of the Keep.

The Triarcan Keep's vast architecture rose high into the clouds, the central structure open to the skies above, allowing all eyes to witness what was to come.

Behind Achilles, Nyxaria Moonveil Lunaris could feel her pulse quicken.

Her eyes instinctively searched the crowd.

And then, she saw him.

Her father.

The Lunaris Throne.

Standing tall and terrible with his Judges gathered around him!

She had not expected to see him so soon.

She gritted her teeth and turned her gaze forward.

Then looked at Achilles.

Her thoughts swirled with uncertainty.

She did not know what he had planned… but she would follow.

As they stepped forward, following the two guides, the forces of Adrastia entered the Triarcan Keep where the eyes of enemies, allies, and predators alike were waiting.

The descent was silent.

Achilles led the way, arms calmly behind his back as the winds parted for him. The Vessel of Adrastia remained behind in the skies as instructed, suspended amidst dozens of other floating vessels and warships.

Behind him, Rose floated with poise, her expression unreadable as her entire figure was a blinding brilliance of beauty that shone with purple and gold allure.

The Living Cataclysmic Armor she adorned could barely be observed!

Sun, the Mythological Monkey King, floated lazily beside Achilles with his golden staff balanced under him, drawing no small number of stares.

They passed beneath the towering, open walls of the Triarcan Keep, which arched upward like a colossal ring to welcome the sky above. The inner clearing was vast and circular, designed like a grand arena with thrones arranged in strategic intervals around the perimeter.

Already, many had taken their places.

The Pride of Aeonthar had humanoid forms stationed along the eastern edge, their golden and white robes shimmering with Primordial authority. Further to the north, Elven forces mingled with other Ancient Ones in hushed conversation.

And at the southern edge, a striking scene…

Selamira, cloaked in glistening aquatic robes, stood surrounded by towering Atlantian warriors as she calmly conversed with two gleaming Dragons of the Mythical Ancient Dragons. Her poise was cool, commanding. Yet even she paused, eyes narrowing, as Achilles entered.

...!

A Neuronova Stage Royal Panthera, cloaked in golden battle robes with his mane still visible in humanoid form, turned sharply toward Sun, the Monkey King. His sharp, ancient eyes locked on the Mythological Ancient with suspicion.

Solmyron, who stood proudly near Selamira, also turned. His expression darkened.

A Mythological Ancient?

With humans?

Achilles ignored them all.

He kept his gaze lucid and clear as he knew he was meeting the players that would determine the chaos that would unfold in the near future.

So he ignored and kept his cool as he still had assurances to protect himself and Rose, and those he came here with should anything drastic happen.

Even though this entire area was supposed to be a sacred place where no battles could occur between Humans or Ancient Ones

Instead, his eyes swept over the countless thrones- some filled, some waiting- until two of them reacted.

The Drakorith Throne, Leonidas- his tall frame rigid with ironclad aura, and the Myrrnith Throne, Clarana- elegant, blue-haired, glowing with an inner Astral grace- both stood from their seats in disbelief.

They weren't looking at Sun.

They weren't even looking at Achilles just yet.

They were looking behind him.

At the three figures that stood with dignity and silent weight- The Glacivane Throne, encased in shimmering frost; the Magitech Throne, in refined battle armor humming with brilliance; and the Thornveil Throne, his expression regal and quiet.

Old friends.

Old Rulers.

Clarana's voice was a sharp and questioning as she called out gently, "…Lancelot? Aliya? Thorndike?"

She stepped forward slightly, her tone cautious.

"What is this? Are you not here to represent your Dynasties? I do not see your forces here apart from yourselves."

…!

But they didn't answer.

Their gazes turned…to Achilles.

Dozens of eyes followed their line of sight.

Even the Lunaris Throne, seated in cold detachment until now, turned.

…!

His silver brows furrowed instantly as he saw the woman at Achilles' side.

The eyes that soon became incredulous, when he truly ascertained the reality that was before them.

His daughter.

And she was no longer at Ethereal Physiology. Her form shimmered with the authority of Luminblood Stage Astral Core Ascension.

He stood from his throne slowly.

The force of his rising alone sent a pulse through the gathering.

But then…

His eyes locked on Achilles.

Recognition dawned.

The face from the public declaration. The one who cut off the Colony City of Neon.

The one who had disrespected him and revealed his actions that should always have remained a secret!

'That fucker is here? Supported by three Thrones?!'

His eyes radiated the disbelief and malice as he looked ahead towards the man adorned in purple and blue as his eyes were the most striking of the same colors as he looked like he did not fear anything or anyone here.

And he spoke first.

His voice was calm.

Measured.

" I will be representing the dynasties of the three thrones you see behind me. I will be representing the Magitech Dynasty."

He stepped forward slightly, his gaze sweeping all those present.

"The Thornveil Dynasty."

The auras of the three Thrones behind him glowed faintly.

"And the Glacivane Dynasty."

…!

Silence.

Stunning, rippling silence.

The Myrrnith Throne turned toward the Drakorith Throne, her graceful expression clouded with disbelief.

Even among the Ancient Ones, interest bloomed. A few leaned forward.

Solmyron's golden flames flickered.

Selamira narrowed her eyes.

The Aurorax Throne, Harnax the Steel-Willed, slowly rose to his feet.

He looked toward the young man standing amidst Thrones.

Multiple Dynasties, banded together?

His fingers clenched tightly.

He wasn't the only one thinking it.

Whispers began to move like wind.

Had a new Human Alliance already formed even before this meeting?

There was an overabundance of questions and of possibilities as of this moment, Humans and Ancients continued to pour in to the Keep.

Achilles remained standing tall, expression serene.

But within, calculations continued.

He was observing every single entity here as there were waves of information that he was finding out regarding destinies and fates that others could not even perceive.

And some entities like the figure of Selamira… shockingly had a veil around them as he actually could not perceive much of their destines!

At this time, with the shocked silence that followed after his words… a few of the Ancient Ones from the Nine Supreme Forces looked at each other and had silent sneers and smiles as if they were observing petulant children talking and claiming things that they did not even understand.

The Myrrnith Throne, Clarana, picked up amidst this silence as she voiced out.

She was regal and cold as her power and disposition alone demanded attention!

"It seems that many things have changed, but as more and more of us arrive, I will talk about the history of this place. Because in knowing and understanding our past, we will better know how to prepare and know of what will come in the future. And the future as it stands… is a grim one for Humans and Ancient Ones included."

…!