I Can Assimilate Everything

The battlefield was shifting.

Silence again swept across the shattered Cenotaph Wild Lands as it was filled with awe!

Achilles' cry of "No regrets!" echoed like a sovereign's thunder, shaking even the clouds above.

His voice rippled through the fractured havens and reached deep into the souls of every Ancient One watching him.

They stood tall, proud, terrible. Yet none answered.

Not a roar. Not a word. Only quiet and wary.

And it was Solmyron who broke that silence, his tone somber as he hovered near Selamira.

"…Have you seen enough yet?" he asked, golden feathers fluttering in the fading turbulence. His phoenix wings trembled with restrained fire, but his voice remained grounded.

Selamira did not answer immediately. Her arms folded, one hand tapping rhythmically against her elbow.

Her eyes were analytical and unblinking.

"I've seen enough," she said at last. "He adapts to any attacks with that weapon and devours anything near him. He had some unique power we do not understand currently."

Solmyron was somber as he was about to ask how they should proceed.

But as if Selamira could read his mind…

"Do not release outputs of authority in his direction. No ranged attacks. No projections. Every time we've thrown power at him, it has vanished."

She turned to look at Solmyron directly.

Solmyron's silence was heavy as he nodded, his eyes still burning with hatred!

Selamira looked past him as Primordial Energy surged on her crimson lips, her voice moving to the ears of every Ancient One here.

"The solution is clear," Selamira continued. "No ranged combat. No high-output authority directed toward him. We switch to close combat only. But we do it without contact!"

WAA!

She raised her hand.

"Withdraw the Luminblood and Celestbone-tiered beings. Have Neuronova Stage veings clash against him directly!"

…!

The command traveled instantly across the battlefield.

Dozens of powerful combatants- Panthera Lions, Elves, Phoenixes, Atlantians, and Dragons ceased their charges and retreated, their expressions clouded with confusion and shame!

Down below, floating in golden starlight and silence, Achilles watched them as another Luminblood Stage Ancient One fell down to the scorched ground below, their body sunken and hollow as his Seas of Assimilations continued to increase in percentages.

He tilted his head slightly while gazing at the movements of Ancient Ones…and then spoke as he began sniffing the air.

"Are you guys able to smell that?"

...!

No answer came.

Achilles inhaled slowly, pinching his nose soon after with a serious expression as if he had smelled something vile!

"I can smell it clearly."

He exhaled, his voice calm, cruel.

"The stench of fear from the great Ancient Ones."

WAA!

He spread his arms slightly, golden aura blooming.

"That stench is fucking potent. Is it really coming from the ones seeking to rule over Humans?"

He looked directly up toward Selamira and Solmyron, and even the Crown Prince of the Royal Panthera Lions!

"Its especially potent on you all up there."

…!

Then…

HUUM!

He vanished.

A white flame explosion marked the start of his next kill.

He teleported behind a Luminblood High Elf who had hesitated in her retreat.

His halberd thrummed with blinding light as he pierced her midsection and…

"Assimilate."

Her body folded inwards, collapsing like a husk drained of all will.

...!

OOOH!

Neuronova Ancient Ones roared as speed exceeding supersonic exploded out, and where Achilles was…

Seven figures now surrounded him, all at the Neuronova stage!

Their eyes burnt with star light.

And yet his body…continued to absorb streams of star light from a river cascading above!

He floated in their midst like a burning anomaly.

And from the skies…

Selamira finally descended and made a move!

Her humanoid form rippled as she began to transform.

White fur bloomed across her body, celestial wings stretching out behind her.

Her legs thickened, her arms grew claws, and from her back, nine tails of blazing white fire extended outward.

A White Tiger.

Glorious. Elegant. Terrible!

Her paws blazed with icy flame. Her eyes were sharp as moonlit blades.

And her voice shook the sky.

"King Primal…"

He looked at her, still floating, the petals of his halberd-shield rotating behind him.

Selamira's growl grew deeper.

"I will pray for your poor soul once you are gone. For you had the potential to be a force for a good for this Plane, but now…what a fucking waste of existence you will be."

…!

And the other Neuronova Ancients gathered their strength.

For now, the battle had changed.

Not to test him.

But to kill him!

—

Far away.

The Adrastia Continent floated.

A testament to defiance, unity, and sheer impossible will.

Forged from the skeletons of once-divided Colony Cities, the continent hovered like a titanic bastion in the skies of Ethemia, its underside an architectural marvel of stitched scaffolding and radiant veins of purple and gold.

These veins pulsed with power drawn from the Titanwall Dome- a circular structure of colossal Runescriptures and gravitational manipulation embedded into the very bones of its floating mass.

To the west, forests spanned with ancient trees newly reborn. Verdant groves of glowing leaves, emerald thickets burning by evolutius energy.

To the far north, the frost shimmered.

Lands of jagged white cliffs and sapphire valleys rolled beneath glacial skies. These were the remnants of the Glacivane Dynasty!

Frozen plateaus and geysers pulsed with ethereal light as sentient ice structures grew and receded.

And to the east, there pulsed a contradiction.

Neon lights flickered beside arcane conduits as the past Colony City of Neon and the Colonies of the Magitech Dynasty could be seen.

There wss also an obsidian mountain that was none other than Titanfall, and the dazzling Sea of Thalassara shining above!

A continent of many things, yes, but it was one now forged into singular harmony under the guidance of one being.

And it stood, tall and silent, a floating declaration of his lineage.

Of Adrastia!

Yet...

Across the vast span of skies, eyes burned with hatred.

A few hundred miles away, just beyond the cloud-hung horizon, the wind shivered.

Two orbs of fire gazed toward the Adrastia Continent, each an emerald inferno with golden pupils!