I Can Assimilate Everything

BOOM.

Another strike rang out, deep and resonant, a sound that seemed to ripple through the waters of the Sea of Thalassara itself.

Aurelfins, thousands of them, coiled tighter around the Living Forge. Their iridescent scales shed motes of gold and blue light, casting a gentle radiance across the depths. Achilles worked not as a butcher, but as a forger. He drew their willing essence into the forgefire, shaping it with a care that belied the terrible heat.

The hammer rose.

It fell again.

Each strike compressed and tempered their radiant life force, collapsing it inward, molding it toward a singular purpose.

A weapon took form.

Not crude.

Not heavy.

Elegant.

A trident-spear hybrid, veined with swirls of gold and azure. The shaft gleamed, alive with inner light, while the three-pronged head was forged from pure condensed Aurelfin scales, honed to crystalline sharpness. It pulsed, as if breathing, as if waiting.

|Living Cataclysmic Oceanic Star Weapon – "Aurelfin Tidepiercer"|

Type: Trident-Spear Hybrid (Living Weapon)

Origin: Ninth Adrastia Emperor King (Forged from Aurelfins of the Sea of Thalassara)

Rarity: Unique (Mythic)

Damage: [1,700,000 – 2,100,000] Base Piercing and Elemental Aqua Damage per Strike

Qualities:

Living Forge Vessel: The weapon is alive, evolving with its master's growth.

Abyssal Tempering: Forged under abyssal flames, granting resilience against Abyssal Corrosion, Oceanic Pressure, and Elemental Disintegration.

Oceanic Lineage Imprint: Carries the breath of the Sea of Thalassara, capable of summoning tidal forces with each thrust.

Soulbonded Core: The weapon holds a living soul responsive to the Adrastia Bloodline.

Tidecall Surge: Amplifies user's speed and adaptability underwater or in aquatic domains.

Gleaming Fin Bloom: On activation, bursts into radiant tide blooms that blind and disorient enemies.

Note: A Living Cataclysmic Oceanic Star Weapon, born from the willing essence of the Aurelfins. A weapon carrying the will of the Sea's guardians, answering only to the Ninth Adrastia Emperor King and his chosen kin.

…!

The Tidepiercer floated silently beside the others in the void of the Sea.

Achilles did not pause.

Not for admiration.

Not for awe.

The hammer fell again.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

Time melted away, measured only by the steady rhythm of creation. The Sea of Thalassara bore silent witness as he drew from the primal essence of countless materials.

A shard of crystallized starlight from the Sea's depths, molded into a longsword named Astral Severance.

Shells and Bones of Ancient Ones, reborn as a living greatshield, Titan's Crest of the Abyss.

Meteoric ore hidden within the trenches, hammered into a gauntlet, Hand of Cataclysm.

Living coral, ancient and wise, reforged into a crown, Coral Crown of the Endless Deep.

And many more.

Over twenty Living Cataclysmic Weapons now floated in solemn orbit around Achilles, shimmering with terrifying majesty, each pulse a testament to his forging might.

The waters glittered, fracturing starlight into a thousand shifting colors as the hammering echoed- a deep, reverberating cadence, as if the Sea itself listened.

He was about to call upon more materials.

The hammer lifted once more.

But…

His crimson-gold eyes narrowed.

The hammer stilled midair, held in silence.

He had felt it.

Through the shared senses of the Draconic Hybrids he had dispatched to the Terravolt and Glacivane Dynasties, a signal came. A whisper of change. One side had given their answer.

Tonight.

Under the cover of darkness.

No words were needed.

The sensation was clear.

An answer. A decision. And with it, human lives hung in the balance, alongside the expansion of the Adrastia Dynasty.

Achilles exhaled once, slow and steady.

The Living Forge shimmered, folding into motes of light, receding into his flesh.

The newly forged armory followed, each weapon vanishing into subspace with a flicker of thought.

He clenched a fist, feeling the vibrant, thrumming power that remained just beneath the surface of his skin.

His main body was elsewhere, deep in the heart of the Primal Neon Tower, occupied with...other matters. Matters important in ways only he and Rose understood.

But here?

The Primordial Avatar stood ready.

He lifted his gaze.

Piercing the Sea.

Piercing the night.

Piercing distance itself.

Anywhere his gaze could reach, he could step.

And his gaze had already found the beacon- the Hybrid standing among humans in need.

White flames flared to life, wrapping around him in silent coronation.

The hammer disappeared.

The forge gone.

Only a single breath remained between him and action.

Then…

WOOSH.

White flames engulfed him, and he was gone.

The Sea sighed as the last flicker of white fire faded.

—

The world remade itself around him.

Achilles Adrastia Maxwell stood silently, a figure woven from starlight and storm, his purple-gold eyes glimmering in the frozen dark.

Before him sprawled the Glacivane Dynasty.

A realm of endless winter, pristine and terrible in its beauty.

The land stretched outward, a great expanse of glacial wonder. Towering mountains of pale blue ice knifed into the heavens, each crowned with luminous spires that caught the faint starlight and cast ghostly reflections across the endless tundra. Between the peaks, nestled in the heart of the range, lay the clustered colony cities- a dozen of them- gleaming bastions of crystal and ancient stone, each walled in translucent ice etched with Evolutius Energy.

They glittered like trapped stars beneath the swirling dance of the northern lights.

Within the frozen plains, patrols moved with the unerring precision of seasoned warriors.

Knights of the Glacivane Dynasty, armored in plates of shimmering frost, helms veiled in drifting mist. They bore halberds and swords forged from crystal and ice, blades gleaming with the cold light of a thousand winters. Snow-leopards, beasts of lethal grace and formed entirely of ice shards, prowled silently by their sides. Above them, soaring through the frozen air, were Evolutius Beast Horses, massive winged steeds wreathed in frost and storm, their manes flowing like glaciers in flight.

A civilization forged and tempered by the cold.

Achilles' Draconic Hybrids waited nearby, cloaked in the half-light, their powerful forms taut and ready.

He lifted his gaze.

Upward.

Above the cluster of cities, framed against the aurora-lit sky, a lone figure hovered in the skies.

A man.

No- more than a man.

The Throne of the Glacivane Dynasty.

Lancelot.

And even from here, Achilles could see it- could feel it.

The faint, ethereal glow from within the man's bones.

Celestbone Ascension.

He hovered there, a sentinel in a realm of endless winter.

Waiting. Watching.

And Achilles?

He raised his head slightly, and noddded to this being!