I Can Assimilate Everything

Selamira rose.

Her gaze was sharp, precise, her presence enough to quiet the undercurrents of tension in the Keep. Without a word, she motioned with her hand, and the Atlantians moved.

The Ancient Millennium Acheron Phoenixes followed next, led by the livid Solmyron whose body was already burning with anticipation.

His steps were slow, but his intent was sharp as the wings of the Phoenixes behind him shimmered with Astral Core brilliance.

At this moment, the Monkey King floated idly above, observing.

He tilted his head and casually voiced out, "Huh. I thought this Triarcan Keep was a place where battles weren't allowed?"

Selamira's cold eyes met his.

"I do not plan to battle in this Keep," she replied flatly, already beginning to fly in the direction Achilles had gone.

Sun gave a lazy chuckle.

"Ohhh, now I get it," he said mockingly. "You peacefully come here, share ideas, offer your generous little threats, and then… when the time comes to leave, you just happen to follow. And then, just a few miles away from this sacred Keep, someone can be attacked and cornered. That's what you call diplomacy? What an ingenious method."

…!

His words hung in the air like daggers.

And they were accurate.

Selamira did not respond. She did not look back. She kept flying, her figure echoed by Solmyron and his burning Phoenixes. The intent was clear.

Within the Keep, many remained silent.

Yet tension soared.

The throne of the Aurorax Dynasty slowly rose.

His robes shimmered faintly as he looked at where Achilles had exited, and his mind whirled. He thought of the one now whispered as King Primal. He thought of the thrones who had moved with him. Perhaps… they were the only ones capable of extending a different kind of aid to their fractured Colony Dynasties.

Perhaps they were the only path forward.

He began to motion to his people.

At the same time, the Lunaris Throne arose.

His aura was grim and shadowed. His eyes blazed with disdain and cold hatred. He said nothing, but the reason for his movement was clear. He wanted to see the one he called a traitor die.

The Monkey King floated, watching it all.

Then, after a moment of silence, he reached out and tapped his staff.

BZZZZT

A gentle buzz. Faint.

He held the staff close to his ear as if listening to something. His face remained unreadable.

Then, he sighed.

"Guess I'm heading out too," he muttered.

And slowly, with one final glance at the Keep, the Mythological Monkey King began floating in the same direction Achilles had taken… the same path now followed by Selamira, Solmyron, and the others.

It didn't take long as…

A portion of the forces of the Mythical Dragons began to follow.

And so did the golden-eyed Lions of the Pride of Aeonthar, stepping forward without a word.

The Crown Prince held his hands to the figures of the Myrrnith Throne and the Drakorith Dynasty who were about to move as he held them back!

The Triarcan Keep…a portion of it slowly began to empty!

—

Outside the sacred bounds of the Triarcan Keep, stellar brilliance shimmered across the havens.

The figure of Selamira blazed ahead, wings of Astral authority unfurled, the others behind her followed swiftly across the expansive mountain ridges that encircled the Keep like guardians.

Streaks of radiant power teared across the skies.

Yet despite their overwhelming speed, their sharp perception, and their countless methods of tracking, they saw nothing.

No echoes of energy. No trace of aura. No spatial disturbances.

And when they arrived at the area where many vessels had once floated majestically…

The Vessel of Adrastia was gone.

Selamira's gaze turned ice-cold.

"Fan out," she ordered sharply. "Spread out. Track them down no matter what."

…!

Starlight stirred violently.

A whirlpool of stellar power surged across the sky as dozens of Astral Core Ascension Entities let loose their killing intent. The very clouds twisted from the pressure. Winds screamed and Mountains trembled!

And then, they began to move!

Thousands of miles away…

The Vessel of Adrastia shimmered softly with faint white flames. The flames of the Nirvana of the Sun and Moon burned gently across its surface, masking it from prying eyes while also showing it had just recently teleported!

It drifted silently above a secluded land far from the Adrastia Continent.

Achilles stood atop its edge, the aura around him stern.

He had warped them across multiple spatial junctures in rapid succession in a direction opposite of the Adrastia Continent so far.

He had done so intentionally.

If any enemy had been tracking them, he would not risk drawing them anywhere near his home.

Behind him, many were somber.

It was Lancelot's voice that broke through first, laced with fury.

"What I find most loathsome… are not even the Ancient Ones who declared they wish to rule all human Dynasties for the sake of destiny. No. I find the humans who have already submitted to them the most despicable."

His hands clenched.

"The Myrrnith Throne, Clarana. The Drakorith Throne, Leonidas. The Lunaris Throne…"

Each name was spat with disgust.

Achilles remained still.

Beside him, it was Rose who responded. Her voice was calm, sharp. Thoughtful.

"While wrong, their line of thought is clear. They submitted because they believe the danger coming from the stars is too terrifying to face alone," she said. "They think it's better to kneel than to risk extinction."

Her golden eyes scanned everyone present.

"To them, the Ancient Ones aren't tyrants. They're a shield. A cruel one, maybe… but a shield nonetheless. They bent their knees not because they wanted to, but because they believed they had no other choice."

…!

Her words struck deep.

Silence fell across the Vessel.

Many gazes turned.

All of them… to Achilles.

No words.

But the thoughts behind those eyes were unmistakable.

What about us?

Do we believe in our own strength?

Can we stand against the threat from the stars… and the Ancient Ones who want to leash us?

Achilles met their stares.

Unblinking.

Unmoved.

His smile did not return. His expression did not shift.

He simply looked cold, calm, and calculative.

He was the Last Adrastia Emperor King. The last in line.

He did not bow. He did not yield.

The threat from the stars…

Those serpentine crimson eyes that had loomed in the distance, releasing annihilating beams of ruin…

That was the true danger.

The first to descend upon this Plane not from the sea, nor the earth, nor the forgotten musings of ancient slumber…

But from beyond.

From outside the veil of their world.

Achilles narrowed his gaze slightly.

To the others on this Plane, Ancient Ones and humans alike, the enemies coming from the stars were monsters.

Obstacles.

Apocalyptic calamities.

But to him?

They were something else entirely.

A thread.

A line that might stretch back into the Star Seas.

A way to understand whether the name Adrastia still echoed in the vast oceans of stars…

And whether those who had once sought his destruction… were anywhere near.

To him, this enemy from the stars was more than an invasion.

It was an opportunity to learn!

But he had to be immensely careful!