I Can Assimilate Everything

The Myrrnith Throne, Clarana, stood at the center of the clearing now, her elegant frame radiating both grace and a sense of sorrow.

"For all those gathered here, Humans, Ancients, Thrones of Dynasties, and Supreme Forces alike- let me explain why I said our future is grim," she began, her voice clear, calm, and heavy with something deeper.

"Because we never truly resolved our past, and the past is everything."

She paused, taking in a breath that seemed to steady something within her.

"To understand what is coming, you must understand when it began. When the first Aeonic Chains descended…"

…!

A wave of silence.

Somberness rippled across the gathering. Even the Lunaris Throne, usually unreadable, showed a flicker of cloudiness. His hand clutched the side of his seat without realizing it.

The Glacivane Throne leaned forward.

The Magitech Throne narrowed her eyes.

Achilles didn't move.

But his mind… it sharpened as he continued to observe the possible destinies all around!

The Myrrnith Throne spoke again, her voice deliberate and unwavering.

"I will tell you a story. A piece of history most have forgotten or do not know."

She turned toward the section of the Pride of Aeonthar, where golden-robed Royal Pantheras watched in perfect silence.

Clarana stepped forward slightly from her throne, her sapphire robes flowing around her like waves, and cast her gaze over those gathered- calm and solemn.

And so she told a tale.

"In an age long before this one, when the skies still burned thick with Primordial Energy and the seas echoed with the voice of power and might, there lived a Pride of Royal Panthera Lions who ruled the havens. Majestic and unbound, they flew across the sky not as tyrants, but as sovereigns of freedom and strength.

Each had ascended to the Neuronova Stage of Astral Core Ascension, and now, they yearned for more. They sought what lay above the stars.

Among them was a Crown Prince. Proud. Unshakable. His mane shimmered with golden starlight, and his roar stirred the currents of Primordial Seas. One day, while flying with his pride, he looked to the skies and declared that none would match him, that he alone would rise highest.

His kin had laughed, lighthearted and bold, for all had flown high, and none had ever pierced what lay beyond. But the Crown Prince didn't laugh with them.

Wounded in pride, he turned up

And he flew.

Higher than any had dared. Higher than any had dreamed.

With each wingbeat, he drew starlight into his veins. His mane flared, blazing brilliant. His body carved through ancient clouds and currents never touched by claw or wing. He felt it- something greater pulsing above, and soared with defiance burning in his heart.

Below, his kin watched.

At first, in awe.

In shock.

But soon after, they showed dread.

Their wonder curdled to fear.

The Crown Prince turned, expecting admiration.

Instead, he found their eyes wide with horror. Their mouths moved not in praise, but warning.

He didn't understand.

Until he did.

Because he felt it soon after.

A presence.

A pressure.

It should have been impossible. Above him… there should have been nothing.

But there was.

He lifted his gaze.

And saw it.

Far above, even beyond what vision should permit, floated a colossal Eye. A stellar thing. Distant, yet impossibly clear. Its iris bloomed with deep crimson. Its pupil, long and serpentine. And it gazed down…upon him. Upon them all.

The Eye blinked once.

Crimson light flashed.

It struck the Crown Prince who was the closest. A Neuronova Stage entity!

And in a breath… he was gone.

His body didn't fall.

It didn't bleed.

It shattered into shards of gleaming crimson glass that floated upwards toward the Eye.

Like an offering. Or a warning.

And on that day, the Crown Prince of the Royal Panthera Lions, heir to the Pride of Aeonthar, died.

Because he…had flown too close to the stars."

WAA!

Clarana's voice fell into silence. Her final words hung in the clearing like mist, echoing without the need for repetition.

No one moved.

The stillness thickened.

Achilles stood perfectly still.

But within?

His eyes darkened.

His mind sharpened.

An Eye that should not exist above this Plane!

The Myrrnith Throne let the silence breathe for a moment longer. Then she continued, her voice heavy with memory and regret.

"The tale does not end with one lion's death.

No.

When the Crown Prince perished, the skies did not mourn. They raged.

Crimson light did not retreat. It surged.

From above came spears of blinding light and judgment. They rained down like wrath, tearing the very havens apart as they fell upon the remaining Panthera Lions.

The sky burned.

The surviving lions roared, and their howls became thunder. They surged with power as Golden lightning danced through their manes. Runes of wrath burned beneath their paws.

One leapt skyward, claws wreathed in stormlight, slicing through a spear of crimson with ancient precision.

Another opened its jaws, unleashing a torrent of flame imbued with collapsed starlight. It collided with a spear and exploded, forming radiant glyphs that seared the clouds.

One lion roared and the earth answered. Golden runes erupted beneath it, and towers of ice and rock rose like bastions of defiance.

Another vanished into shadow, blinking through space, striking from ten directions at once. Its attacks echoed through time.

But it wasn't enough.

No matter how noble, how fierce, how wondrous their defiance- each falling spear brought judgment beyond reason.

One by one, their roars faded.

Their flesh didn't linger.

Their bones didn't remain.

Each time a lion fell, their body shattered into radiant crimson crystal. The fragments rose into the sky, ascending toward the Eye like dust returning to its flame.

And then, only one remained.

A lion cloaked in runes of dusk and dawn. Its body broken. Its blood trailing behind it like stardust on the wind.

It looked up.

No more roar remained.

Only silence.

Then, from the depths of the Plane itself, from beneath oceans and beyond mountains, from the very soul of the world…a rumble began.

A sound not heard, but felt!

And something rose.

A Chain.

Unfathomably massive…it was a single Aeonic Chain.

It did not ascend gently. It erupted.

It tore through the crust of the Plane and rose, spiraling like a chain with purpose.

The crimson light met it.

Clashed with it.

But the Chain did not break.

It surged.

And pierced the skies.

It crossed tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

And struck the Eye.

And the Eye recoiled and was forced to retreat.

That…was the first appearance of an Aeonic Chain. A sign of the Long Slumber!"

…!