I Can Assimilate Everything

The transformed Ancient Ones returned to the Primal Neon Tower in silence, if only because they could not yet find the words to describe the shocking sensation they felt.

Wings of radiant cerulean shimmer stretched from their feet, and for many, wings erupted from their backs as well, flowing and translucent like woven starlight from the ocean's depth.

Their hair had changed, touched by blue. Their eyes had become radiant spheres of tidal power. Intricate oceanic runes now wrapped across their skin, alive with quiet pulses of ethereal light. There was no mistaking it.

They had been changed for something much grander!

Each one stood differently now. Straighter. Heavier, as if they bore greater weight and power within their forms. Their steps etched dim trails of glowing light on the crystal of the Primal Neon Tower. No spell. No illusion. A physical truth, visible and absolute. And each one, to their lineages, repeated the same simple thing: the boons were far more powerful than anything Achilles had even promised!

Greater power! Greater cycling of Primordial Energy as many felt like they could even utilize Evolutius Energy now!

The leaders of the ancient lineages descended from their stations with solemn expressions. Mythical Dragons. Royal Panthera Lions. High Elves. Titans. Fairies with shimmering wings. Even the ancient Blue-Winged Slimes. One after another, they approached the newly transformed, placing hands on heads, shoulders, wings- gently, then firmly, as if searching for hidden curses or unseen binds.

They wanted to make sure there was nothing off occuring!

They cast abilities. Probed with senses. Drew upon their own existence to dangerously flow into others.

But they found nothing.

Only purity. And overwhelming might.

They literally had nothing to deny the fantastical changes they observed!

From his throne, Achilles rose slowly. No flourish. No dramatic wind. Just a man rising with purpose.

His voice was low as it echoed out.

"I will not hoard this blessing for myself."

The heads of every Ancient One turned. The glimmer of the Primal Neon Tower caught in their eyes, reflecting the blue oceans hovering in the sky.

"Knowing what this Plane of Existence faces, I choose not to hold back. From this moment forth, the power of this treasure- the Sea of Thalassara... will spread freely, as far as it can. Across all skies. Over the entire Cenotaph Wild Lands."

He raised his right hand and pointed skyward. All eyes followed.

The blazing sea above churned as if stirred by a glorious hand. Waves of radiant cerulean brilliance pulsed outward, light rolling like thunderheads of color. Then, with a slow, solemn force, the Sea of Thalassara expanded.

It bypassed the towering skyscrapers of the fused Colony Cities. It flowed across the Adrastia continent. Then further, pushing beyond the horizon, racing toward the ski3s of the Wild Lands!

Awe settled in the air like heavy mist. Few could even process what they were witnessing as this power was just ridiculous.

Had the Plane of Existence gifted this as defense for what was to come?

Had it chosen…him? This Human?

None of them, not even the oldest Mythical Dragons, understood what had truly occurred as they questioned!

Achilles silently took in all their gazes.

For while he claimed to be releasing a treasure, the expansion had only happened because of him. The Sea moved through his will. Through the power of Assimilation- of absolute control.

His will had overridden what was natural and begun expanding a terrifying Inheritance across an entire Plane.

And it was only the beginning.

He looked at the gathered Ancients once more.

"With this, the power of all Ancient Ones can rise. By fifty percent. By one hundred. Even more. As your shackles are stripped away, as your existence evolves, some among you will even reach Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendence naturally."

…!

The silence that followed held more weight than anything known!

Then…

The Neuronova Stage leader of the High Elves allowed to come here today stepped forward.

His long platinum hair flowed like wind-blown threads, his armor etched with Runescriptures. He bowed slightly, eyes sharp, tone soft.

"Perhaps…we were wrong about you."

The air thickened.

"All that was said in the Triarcan Keep... we retract. We hope, in the time to come, to stand beside you as an Ally. For the prosperity of this Plane. And to face together the Primordial Light of Darkness."

Achilles smiled and nodded. Faintly- without showing his true thoughts!

Because the first Ancient Lineage had just bent its knee without bending it. Words had power. That admission held weight. And with it, the gates began to creak open because…

"We second that sentiment."

The Mythical Dragons were next. Their elder's voice carried a reverberation that rippled through the Tower.

Others nodded. Cautiously. Even now, distrust lingered. A treasure this potent had to have hidden catches. But the fear of Outsiders pressed harder. And more than fear, it was strategy.

What would happen if one lineage evolved fully and left the others behind?

That question whispered through every proud mind.

The High Elves moved first.

With a single hand gesture from their leader, more than half of the High Elves ascended into the Pools of Thalassara. Wings of blue fire erupted as the transformations began again. Then came the Fairies. Then the Royal Panthera. Ancient Titans. The Slimes!

One by one, the lineages gave in.

Because power this visible... could not be ignored.

The sky pulsed with blue. Cerulean brilliance rained down in slow waves. It bathed the continent below.

This was no longer a moment.

This was the beginning of a new phase for this Plane of Existence.

And in the coming months, they would remember this day as the Day of the Cerulean Evolution.

The day that many of Ancient Lineages shed their previous forms and became something new.

Sea based Lifeforms. Power-rich!

Against a threat they still believed to be alive.

Against others they feared were coming.

And all of it had been achieved without war. Without armies. Without spilled blood.

The silent authority of the Ninth Adrastia Emperor King spread across the Plane like a tide and he did not even lift a finger!

What a glorious fucking victory!