I Can Assimilate Everything

Of all the things Achilles had to accomplish in the coming months, the foremost was clear- the refinement of his bloodline.

He had already ignited the Imperial Embers Initiation. Already, the Imperial Sun of Adrastia burned above him, and the Imperial Crown of Adrastia circled his being like a radiant mantle. Other boons had followed, earned through sleepless forging, perfected assimilation, and refinement!

But now he sought more.

The next stage!

Emperor's Genome Alignment.

Even the title stirred something solemn in him.

And beyond that summit, there were the assimilations still to come- if he could get Existence Corruption under a sufficiently low level.

Something that would be made possible…the higher up he was in refinement of his Lineage!

Time and Destiny were some of the concepts that were extremely hard to assimilate purely because he was so different compared to what they were.

So his existence corruption value rose extremely fast when he assimilated the very regulation of time and destiny!

But the higher up he was in his bloodline refinement, the easier his existence would handle the load of assimilating extremely unique things in nature.

Forging Cataclysmic Star Items was another priority. Another one of his ancestors had stressed the importance of weapons crafted from anything. He remembered those memories. They sat heavy in his mind. A king who conquered not by raising cities, but by arming his people with Armaments that could cleave through stars themselves!

And Achilles would do much more than just this.

He also had to combine his growing stockpile of redundant Assimilations. Some overlapped, others conflicted subtly. Now that he knew more and more, consolidation was within reach.

Nurturing Rose and the others... that, too, was something he planned to continue doing! He would raise them higher, to stand alongside him in more than name. To bear power worthy and capable of what was to come.

The Ancient Lineages gathering outside Adrastia didn't trouble him.

He smiled.

They would be the easiest to deal with.

The spores had already spread.

Even if they came roaring with tradition and power, with fears and doubts- it wouldn't matter. He knew what they wanted. What they lacked. And he would give it to them freely.

Because that was the simplest way to ensure that they never left.

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At the very center of the Adrastia Continent, the winds of change spiraled upward.

Skyscrapers towered all around what was once known as the Colony City of Neon. Their spires were wrapped in iridescent vinework, evolving to reflect the new harmony between Evolutius architecture and Primordial architecture brought by the dwarves of Titanfall.

Above it all, the Sea of Thalassara shimmered like a cerulean ceiling. A veil of radiant ocean suspended in the skies, its waves glimmering in hues of sapphire and starlight gold.

And rising from the ground below, the Primal Neon Tower stood proud.

A beacon of power formed from crystalline vines- like a glorious flower blooming in the skies!

Its peak was broad and circular, vast enough to house hundreds if needed. In its center, elevated on a dais shaped of sunbright crystals, sat two thrones.

One throne of deep gold. The other of blossoming purple. Ch#a.p+ter- prov-id.e-d via M.|$V|*L@E*M+P.Y-R@.*

They pulsed with Runescriptures as they emanated glows of wonder.

The thrones were empty.

But not for long.

Surrounding the tower at this moment were many lifeforms.

Mythical Dragons coiled their bodies into smaller, humanoid forms, draconic horns and scaled visages marking them still. Their eyes flickered with wary curiosity.

The Royal Panthera Lions strode with silent strength, golden fur streaked with streaks of starlight. Their humanoid forms bore regal cloaks.

The High Elves had arrived in full. Cloaked in pale starlight and woven crystal, they stood in trios, whispering among themselves with a caution born from years of watching others fall.

There were also Ancient Titans shining like walking statues, bodies sculpted from obsidian-gold. Towering even in compressed form, their mere presence bent the air around them.

And others had come.

Lineages thst maybe did not have as strong a standing to be considered Supreme Forces, but were Ancients nonetheless.

Blue Winged Slimes, shimmering and translucent, floating gently in halos of vapor. Each pulse of their bodies sang with energy.

Fairies, flitting about in fractal spirals, their wings trailing shimmering light.

Another Dwarven Lineage had arrived as well- distinct from the Titan Dwarves Achilles had already claimed. These ones bore runic steel grafted into their bones, and their armor glowed with crystal metal known only to their kind.

All these Ancient Ones stood gathered below the thrones.

Watching.

Waiting.

They had come for many reasons.

Some for answers. Some curious. Some to see if the power that had twisted Destiny itself to call them here... was real.

They knew of the Primordial Light of Darkness. They feared the other Crimson Eyes waiting outside the veil of their Plane.

And yet, none of them knew that Achilles had already dealt with one of them!

Silently.

Effortlessly.

Even before his enemy had seen the battlefield.

Among the gathered Ancients were the final Thrones of the Human Colonies.

The Myrrnith Throne, and the Drakorith Throne among others who had already bent the knee to Ancient Ones were here.

The atmosphere was one filled with tension as very few spoke to each other while they waited.

But after a certain period of time…

HUUM!

The world buzzed as the skies above them released waves of purple gold light.

Above the Tower, the Sea of Thalassara stirred. Waves of luminous water rolled across the sky, refracting light in impossible colors.

Two figures descended.

One, wrapped in light of purple and gold, a floating crown orbiting his head like a sovereign star. His descent was silent. Steady. The world bent to his pace, acknowledging a King.

Beside him, a woman cloaked in ethereal verdant green flames, her presence no less radiant. Her gaze was unshakable, her expression calm. Each breath she took seemed to ignite the air in bloom.

Achilles Adrastia Maxwell.

And his Queen, Rose!

They were descending toward their thrones as at this moment, none could look away!