I Can Assimilate Everything

The authority of Ancient Ones bloomed!

The skies above the Cenotaph Wild Lands shimmered with Primordial Authority.

Selamira hovered silently, her one remaining hand gloved in a glove of black brilliance. Her body began to be bathed with Primordial Authority as a golden headdress and robe of pure energy wrapped around her and fluttered with the winds stirred by the buildup of cataclysmic force all around them.

She didn't speak again. She needed to gauge the extent of his power.

Below, the solitary figure of Achilles stood unmoved on the radiant landmass that was the Vessel of Adrastia, grounded into the Wild Lands below. The golden rivers of the Vessel pulsed softly around his feet. His weapon, Osteo Aegiron, rested beside him like a closed flower of annihilation.

All around him, encircling him in a silent, titanic ring, stood the armies of the Ancient Ones as they began to move!

The Royal Panthera Lions emerged first.

Golden wings stretched wide. Their manes shimmered with starlit fur, and upon their foreheads, Primordial Runes burned. Each step left radiant trails as they roared in silent unity.

Around them, massive Celestbones of Lions formed- celestial constructs formed from pure bone and golden star light they had worked hard to reignite after such a Long Slumber!

These bony constructs had claws longer than warships, and one paw was enough to flatten fortresses.

They did not growl. They did not rush.

They waited to unleash utter majesty!

The Mythical Dragons followed.

Each towered in obsidian and gold. Their massive serpentine forms rippled with Runescriptures, ancient draconic glyphs that moved across their scales like living commandments. One's breath formed halos of vacuum. Another exhaled frost so cold it froze beams of light in the skies. Their eyes glowed like twin solar eclipses.

Surrounding them were Celestbones of Dragon heads, tails, wings- all spinning and orbiting them like mythic cyclones as their eyes became more and more livid when they saw the Draconic Hybrids down below remaining still like statues!

Each of their Bones began building to an Ancestral Dragon Shrine, a technique that unleashed Dragons Breaths interminably.

The High Elves arrived in rankless order- a line of ethereal beauty and brutality. Tall and glorious, their eyes were the color of long-forgotten starlight. Each held bows forged from Celestbones and starlight.

They nocked arrows whose tips hummed with horrid poison, each arrow capable of splitting leylines. Their auras harmonized together, forming a glowing bow-string constellation across the sky!

HUUM!

The Phoenixes lined up behind a livid Solmyron!

The Atlantians gathered last as they knelt in synchronization, and from the Sea Glyphs carved on their chests, ethereal water surged. A colossal summoning circle formed beneath them as ancient blue and violet tides burst forth as a literal fucking sea bloomed in the skies.

A Sea!

From the depths of that summoning sea rose the silhouette of one they knew as…Thal'Krissae, Abyssal Devourer of Wills- a Kraken so vast that its tendrils darkened the clouds.

A massive, titanic Kraken appeared in the skies along with a budding sea!

And Achilles...

He breathed out as he looked at all of this oppression that would make a lesser man despair.

Surrounded on all sides, he slowly took in the majesty, the terror, the living cosmology set against him.

Selamira hovered above, golden eyes shining as her voice echoed out.

"No regrets now, little King."

He looked up at her, calm.

"No," he said, a soft smile forming. "No regrets."

…!

HUUM!

And the skies collapsed.

BOOM!

Everything came down at once.

The Royal Panthera Lions roared as beams of soul-disrupting golden light rained down.

The Dragons opened their mouths and unleashed their Ancestral Dragon Shrine, converging sonic tsunamis and flame bursts upon him.

The Phoenixes joined Solmyron to unleash a hellish expanse of flames all around!

The High Elves released volleys of poison, each arrow splitting into hundreds of ghostly tracers.

The Atlantians' Kraken whipped its tentacles down as tridents of abyssal pressure and willfall crashed toward the Vessel.

It was not a battle. It was the beginning of apocalypse.

All of it with a singular purpose to destroy him!

And in the eye of the storm...

He moved.

Achilles blurred. His movements were fast-unreal, a symphony of calm amidst chaos.

His Bloodline buzzed with defiance.

As if it knew it was better than all those here.

So how dare they try to end him?!

WAA!

The world around him slowed as Destiny Perception and his Dragon King's Haki activated simultaneously.

One breath. One blink.

And he had shifted ten meters.

An arrow of poisoinous ruin whizzed where his skull once was. He flicked his fingers, and Vine Generation VI burst upward, whipping the next wave aside. With his free hand, he summoned Verdant Celest Realm VI, and a conscious forest of stellar light erupted- catching spells and Krakens' whips midair, absorbing the ambient energy to grow!

He stepped sideways, his Arachnida Camouflage cloaking him between flickers of lightning.

A celestial lion paw crashed down! And… Planetary Chains V triggered, latching onto the construct and diverting it sideways as Gravitational Field Manipulation V made it fall short.

Another breath.

His Nirvanic flames sparked as he teleported five meters backward, dodging an obliterating Dragons Breath from a Dragon!

He weaved through death. Every movement was measured. Calculated. No wasted energy.

DUM!

He could feel the beat of his heart constantly.

As if his Lineage wss telling him a battle like this was nothing!

That he could do much more.

DUM!

Every arrow, whip, claw, roar, breath…all missed or were intercepted by layers of evolving forest, celestial flame, gravitational pulses, crystal defenses, or sheer position.

He was not attacking. He was defending.

And while he did so...

Osteo Aegiron spun.

The umbrella bloomed again. Every deflected beam, every Celestbone, every nullified impact, every misdirected roar...flowed inward. It spun faster, bone petals wide open as everything was devoured inwards.

Absorbed. All of it.

From Kraken abyssal ink waves to Elven poison arrows, everything was taken into the Living Cataclysmic Star Item!

And within the silence behind each dodge, the unseen act occurred.

Assimilation.

One by one.

His muscles burned with evolution.

His blood rumbled with Blood Empowerment V. His Primordial Sea took in all Primordial Energy.

His Echelons relating to dragons, water, fire…all absorbed and increased in percentages!

And still, he did not attack.

For them, it was aggression. For him?

It was nourishment.

And now, as the land trembled and dust coiled like ghostly wind around his ankles, he stood once more at the center.

The bone petals slowly closed again. The weapon was full.

And Achilles stood. Still unburned. Still unbroken.

The Ancient Ones stared down at him. Their expressions solemn.

Something was deeply, terribly wrong.

Not because he was still alive.

But because he had taken it all…

And had not yet struck back.

...!