Adui

"If all the Ancient Ones rise against us, I'll burn them all. If the entire world turns against us—I will set it ablaze. Nothing will stand in our way. Nothing!" - Achilles Adrastia Maxwell 

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Death followed Achilles like a plague.

Finding himself at his lowest point, he comes to realize how little value human life held as terrifying Advanced Humans and Evolutius Beasts waded across the Colonies of this World.

About to lose the only remaining person close to him by falling into the jaws of an Evolutius Beast, a spark bloomed inside of him as the Evolutius Crystals he held disappeared, and he saw a distinct blue panel appear before his eyes!

[Achilles Maxwell]

[Assimilation]:: Organic Crystal(Evolutius Crystals)(3%)- Obtained qualities of Regeneration, Energy Conversion, Flexibility, and Light Manipulation 

[Existence Corruption Value]:: 0%

[Complexity]:: Negligible

A simple spark. And yet the changes it brought…were limitless!

In an endlessly vast post-apocalyptic world filled with futuristic Colonies that merged magic with technology, undercurrents surge from the depths of the World as even the Ancient Ones sealed many years ago begin to awaken.

In the middle of all this, the terrifying power dwelling within Achilles leads him to question its origins, and the answer to this is something that resonates and leads back to his very bloodline. 

Ancient Ones. Advanced Ones. Ancient Bloodlines, and Unfathomable Lineages...anything and everything swirls into a storm of heavy proportions that will change everything!

I Can Assimilate Everything

From behind the recently assembled Atlantians, a figure emerged- grander than those present and his power so immense it caused the other Astral Core Ascension Atlantians to part instinctively.

This was one of the Tribe Kings, one of the Nine who ruled the Atlantian Behemoth Tribe.

A blue crown spun above his head as the Oracle of the Sea turned toward him, reverence in her eyes, and began to recite what had been passed down.

"Beware the Heart that hums beneath the skies,

Its song shall wake the drowned and make them rise.

The pools of Thalassara glisten false and bright,

But those who bathe shall steal our birthright.

An empire born not of soil but tide,

Will wash away the truths we hold with pride.

Let not the False Sea King wear crown or crest,

Threat II