I Can Assimilate Everything

The voice of the Myrrnith Throne was calm, but the weight it carried pressed into the bones of everyone present.

She turned her gaze toward the Panthera Lions seated nearby in humanoid form, her next words wrapped in quiet reverence.

"From that Pride, only one survived to tell the tale.

After the Crown Prince was shattered and drawn into the void, the skies did not return to peace.

The Eye, pierced by the first Aeonic Chain, did not disappear.

It roared.

Soundless, yet felt through every layer of the Plane.

It thrashed in fury, the celestial tendrils of its being shaking the very edges of the upper firmament. It tried to descend.

It wanted to come down.

But it couldn't.

The Chain- massive, glimmering, inscribed with runes none could decipher, bound it in place. Held it. Anchored it above as it was an act of defiance.

But the Eye did not relent.

And in its fury was disastrous as it cried out, and more eyes bloomed.

Dozens.

Then hundreds.

Eyes of the same kind. Serpentine. Crimson. Unblinking.

They opened across the void, silent and vast, their sheer presence blotting out the stars."

"…"

The Myrrnith Throne let the silence settle like a funeral shroud. A silence that spoke of extinction and awe.

Then she continued.

"After those Eyes appeared, the Plane reacted again.

From the deepest veins of the earth, from the marrow of continents and bones of mountains, more Chains erupted.

Aeonic Chains.

Tens of thousands of them, tearing through land and ocean alike, surging into the skies to clash with crimson light, forming a barrier.

A canopy of glimmering links stretching across the entire Plane.

They wove themselves into a net.

A prison. A wall. Not to contain what was within, but to guard it from what lingered above.

From what had already found them.

Enemies of such magnitude… the Ancients had no answer. Even the stars betrayed them that day. That was the true beginning. The first appearance of the Aeonic Chains, and the moment that marked the start of the Long Slumber."

…!

A tremor of unease passed through the Keep.

The atmosphere shifted.

Eyes widened. Hearts strained beneath the weight of what had just been unveiled.

Achilles' gaze narrowed, unmoving. But inside, his mind raced, breaking apart and reassembling every revelation.

The Myrrnith Throne swept her eyes across the chamber.

"It was never a war between Humans and Ancient Ones."

Her voice dropped.

"We were never enemies."

"…The Long Slumber… was a shield."

BOOM.

The Triarcan Keep trembled.

Gasps echoed. Some thrones jolted upright.

She let the truth settle, like poison in the bloodstream. Slow. Inevitable.

"It was the Plane itself that veiled us. That hid its strongest beneath the surface, locking away our radiance, silencing our histories. All so it could delay what waited beyond. So it could heal. So it could hope."

She motioned softly toward the heavens.

"And now the veil is lifting. The Ancient Ones are stirring. And the stars that once watched us sleep… will soon see us again."

Her gaze swept through every throne, every myth, every being of power and memory.

"That means the ones they sought… are no longer hidden. That means they are coming. And they would not come gently."

The voice of the Myrrnith Throne faded once more.

And for a long breath, no one moved.

No one dared speak.

The truth had been set loose like wildfire. Cracking through hearts, peeling back certainty. Leaving only cold, open space where fear could settle.

The Crown Prince of the Panthera.

The arrival of the Aeonic Chains.

The Eyes that never left.

Achilles stood in that silence, unreadable. But his thoughts turned sharp. Measured.

His Lineage Memories knew of entities said to drift through the Star Seas.

But this…

These Eyes, these Serpentine gazes that had opened without warning above their skies…

Was it chance they passed this Plane?

Or had they been searching?

He narrowed his eyes, watching the golden threads of Planar Destiny shimmer faintly around those in the Keep.

Then, the silence broke again.

The Myrrnith Throne raised her voice, steady but solemn.

"As the Long Slumber ends…"

Her gaze lingered on the Thrones and beings of old blood.

"…so too shall the veil loosen on those enemies."

There was tension in her tone now. Not from fear.

But from certainty.

"The Long Slumber was as a mechanism of protection. Of incubation. The Plane itself responded as only it could by shielding its vital organs, silencing its strongest pulses… and preparing."

"Preparing its children. For the lifeforms of this Plane to grow. For the humans to ascend. And for the Ancient Ones, the Mythological Ancients, the slumbering Primordial beings buried beneath the folds of the world…to awaken stronger than ever before."

Her hands lifted slightly, her eyes on the sky above.

"And the source of that strength… the one power that binds us all…is the Planar Destiny that has fallen upon the shoulders of Humans."

She lowered her arms slowly, her voice soft, but every word carved with intent.

"For us to survive. For us to grow strong enough before the veil lifts, before the true enemies descend…we must work together."

"United, we may thrive."

"Scattered… we will fall."

Her words echoed like sacred law. Heavy. Final.

But then.

A voice rose.

Sharp. Cold. Certain.

"Get to the point."

…!

Dozens of gazes turned.

Achilles stepped forward having analyzed many things about Probabilities and utilized Destiny Perception as he began steering choices to what he liked!

His eyes locked onto the Myrrnith Throne. Unwavering.

"Humans are the ones shouldering Planar Destiny, are they not? Then tell us- what exactly is the scope of this 'working together' you speak of, with the Ancient Ones?"

He didn't wait.

He turned, slow and deliberate.

His gaze swept over the Thrones of the Ancients.

The towering forms of the Pride of Aeonthar.

The silver-robed High Elves.

The radiant Mythical Dragons. The veiled silhouette of Selamira. The blazing form of Solmyron of the Phoenix Assembly.

His voice cut through the tension.

"Or really…"

His eyes sharpened.

"What is the scope of 'working together' that the Ancient Ones you stand with have proposed?"

…!

BOOM.

Tension cracked through the Triarcan Keep like a thunderclap.

Eyes widened.

They all turned- gaze fixed on one man.

The lone figure who stood before them.

Unyielding.

An Emperor King they did not know!