I Can Assimilate Everything

The Sea of Thalassara had settled across the sky like a brilliant cover, and days passed with a deceptive calm that hovered just beyond the reach of certainty.

Peace was there, but it was not generalized!

Not every region knew peace. In the lands of the Ancient Lineages, the air remained thick with unease. Despite the rush of power brought by the evolution into Thalassarians, despite the exuberance and transformation, the fear had not faded. It simply turned inward, into silence and watchful waiting. Because as far as they knew, the enemy- the one they feared most, the Primordial Light of Darkness, was still alive. Still watching. Still preparing.

They couldn't know that he was already gone, his body buried deep between two distant mountains, devoured and sealed away.

But this ignorance drove their caution as they prepared, many Astral Core Ascension beings rising into this Realm every day as occasionally, an Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendent being arose!

Meanwhile, elsewhere across the Cenotaph Wild Lands and above the Adrastia Continent, life thrived. True peace- strange, alien, and beautiful- had taken root in the lands under the banner of King Primal. Here, no armies marched. No thrones clashed. The Sea of Thalassara shimmered endlessly in the skies above, and the forests of Primordium Evolutius Fruits bloomed in resplendent glory.

Titan Dwarves worked side by side with Atlantians, while Ancient Millennium Phoenixes taught humans fire related abilities.

Children of different lineages played near radiant trees whose fruits exploded with light when bitten, granting power and clarity in equal measure as many progresses across Ethereal Physiology with ease.

Hundreds of Dharma Kings were rising wvery day!

A dozen entities broke through to become Astral Core Ascension beings every day.

Some beings wept quietly when they thought no one could see. Their tears honored those lost before this age of wonders could be born. Thoze who died!

And time, as it did, moved forward.

At the center of this glorious landmass, nestled atop the Primal Neon Tower, a small clearing held a forest that glimmered. Trees with violet leaves swayed around a golden spring, and its waters shimmered with light of Achilles' Primordial Spring.

Here, Achilles knelt on the golden green grass nearby.

His golden form was tense, his hands placed gently on the belly of the woman lying before him. Rose lay there, her green-flamed hair spread around her like a burning crown, her eyes dimmed with worry.

"How is it?" she asked softly, searching his expression.

Achilles did not answer at once. His eyes were narrowed, his mind racing faster than anything, his senses stretched to impossible depths as he tried to understand what was unfolding within her.

"Everything we've ever known about gestation," he said slowly, his voice tight, "needs to be thrown out the window. What I'm sensing is..."

He paused, then exhaled.

"Ridiculous."

Because it was. Beyond ridiculous.

Not too long ago, they had made the decision. To begin. To birth something new. To leave behind more than legacy, to bring life to the Adrastia Emperor King Lineage once more!

They had made the decision with full awareness of what it might mean. To forge a future for the Adrastia Emperor King Lineage. To birth not just a child, but something more.

And then, soemthing had happened a few days ago.

A Singularity formed.

Within Rose's womb, an anomaly bloomed- a coalescing seed that drew in Primordial Energy, Evolutius Energy, Starlight, and more. Day and night, it drank!

Her body had begun to visibly shift. Her belly, so early in the days, already rounded as if weeks or months had passed. Her aura, normally fierce and sovereign, dimmed ever so slightly, as if her lifeforce was being gently siphoned away.

Achilles could feel it. He knew it. The being inside of her wasn't ordinary. It was absorbing the atmospheric energy, and the nutrients of its mother. It was evolving before it had even opened its eyes!

He tried to keep his panic buried beneath calm calculation.

Rose exhaled shakily and joked, "Well, you are an alien. Maybe your species just skips to the good part."

He didn't laugh as he turned to her.

She blinked and put her head back down. "Okay, okay. No jokes."

Achilles closed his eyes and allowed a slow breath to escape.

Then his body flickered.

Purple brilliance surged as waves of time began to pulse around him, folding inward as he whispered, "I will observe a possible future."

The winds still. Even the spring's bubbling slowed. Rose lay back, her hand resting on his as she watched him vanish into Time Vision.

In an instant, his vision was no longer atop the Primal Neon Tower.

He saw sky. And sea.

Vast and endless, the Sea of Thalassara shimmered below like a breathing canvas of cerulean stars. Above it, in the center of a gentle breeze, was a woman.

Rose.

Her green hair was swept back, longer, glowing.

…!

Her body…emanated terrifying waves of Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendence!

But more than this.

Her arms cradled something.

Wrapped in layers of soft runescripture-etched cloth, the bundle in her arms pulsed softly with radiant warmth. Achilles drifted closer within the vision, his heart a trembling weight as he strained to see.

It was a child.

No. His child.

A small being, so impossibly tiny, yet shining with gold and green eyes that mirrored galaxies. The moment his eyes met the child's, a rush of something ancient surged through the vision.

The child moved.

She smiled.

She turned to him.

And then she spoke.

"Hello, Father. Do not worry so much. Mother will be okay, and I will come soon enough."

…!

BOOM!

Achilles's mind stilled.

The vision convulsed.

Time fractured!

Light shattered as the threads of destiny rippled and tore, and the vision broke apart like scattered crystal.

He came back gasping.

Back to the forest.

Back to the golden spring.

Back to Rose.

And for the first time in a while, the Adrastia Emperor King looked shaken!

Because Time Visions were meant to be echoes. Not doorways.

Nothing within them should ever, could ever, perceive him. But a newborn child had looked through time and smiled.

And she had spoken!