I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 360: A Month V

The world, for once, had grown quiet, watching with reverence the tiny being who had shaken the skies with her arrival.

Arya Adrastia Maxwell did not have peace in the first hour of her life.

She tried, really, with the most valiant of efforts, to explain how serious the situation was. But every time she raised her tiny fists or furrowed her chubby brows, her mother-glowing with warmth and maternal wonder- swooped in for another cuddle. And another. And another.

"Mother! Again?" Arya’s small voice protested, her cheeks squished against Rose’s.

She’d wriggled and escaped, only to hide behind her father’s head, her little face peeking out from behind strands of his purple gold hair. The soft, impish glare in her wide silver-green eyes was helplessly adorable.

"Enough for now," she pouted seriously, her fists clenched tight. "I really have to talk to you both."

Rose nodded finally and floated beside Achilles, the two of them gliding down until their feet rested upon the Sea of Thalassara as if it were firm land. The water held their weight without a ripple, the world stilled in solemn pause. Her hand slipped into his, fingers entwining as they then sat beneath the faint light of the horizon.

Arya floated before them, her small form wrapped in the purple-gold blanket, her face set with a grave expression far too serious for a newborn.

Achilles couldn’t help the soft curve of his lips. Rose’s eyes were filled with love, even as Arya pointed a little finger at them and declared, "Mother. Father. You must take things seriously, okay?!"

Rose nodded with a warm smile, humoring her

. Achilles, calm and calculating, gave a deeper nod. He’d seen the glimpse of her in that future.

In the Time Vision where she had actually been cognizant to look at him- a version of him in the past!

She wasn’t bluffing. She wasn’t ordinary. If she said something was serious, did she see something wrong from the future? Even further than what he had seen so far?

Arya’s brows pinched with a proud pout. "Listen...In addition to the Crimson Shroud Vortexes, when the Planar Barrier falls, a really, really bad race of lifeforms is gonna come!"

HUUM!

Behind her, silver light unfurled like blooming petals. And then- images.

Across the Cenotaph Wild Lands, the skies were filled with writhing terror.

Tentacles with burning eyes stretched across clouds like cursed roots, spiraling down toward lands already scarred by war. The Crimson Shroud Vortexes pulsed and twisted, thousands of them- no, legions- each one a calamity. The weakest among them blazed with Neuronova Stage auras. The stronger ones? Entire Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendents cloaked in eldritch pressure. And at the very center of it all...

An Elder Crimson Shroud.

An ancient horror!

Its form was only half revealed- just a single eye, but the light it cast seemed capable of unraveling thoughts. Achilles narrowed his eyes, the weight of what he saw pressing hard against his chest.

Arya turned, arms flailing slightly as she floated. "And that’s not the worst part! Somewhere along the lines, more came alongside the crimson eyes... someone calling himself a King. One of the Five Kings of the Virgo Stellar Expanse. King Edmond!"

BOOM!

Another flash. Another illusion.

A man stood atop a cracked sky of bone and starlight.

Tall. Lean. Clad in flowing white robes threaded with shifting Living Script. His ocean-blue hair shimmered as it fell freely down his back, reflecting light like moonlit rivers.

A simple crown perched lazily on his brow, like a guest that overstayed its welcome.

He smiled. Always smiled! Relaxed and cruel.

Behind him hovered hundreds of armored warriors in crystalline blue suits, their forms exuding silence. Their helms had no eyes. Only mirrored faces.

Arya’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper, her little fists tightening. "This King Edmond... he eats for power. He gets stronger from...Carnage! And everyone with him, they follow the Relegation of Carnage too!"

Images changed again.

Destruction. Pure and relentless.

Crimson Shroud Vortexes were torn apart, their tentacled bodies unraveling into nothing as those with King Edmond actuslly did not care who they killed.

Human cities burned. Ancient Lands- shattered. A Mythical Dragon screamed, its chest ripped open, its golden scales falling like leaves.

High Elves. Gone. Ground into crimson pulp beneath those mirrored-faced soldiers.

Then came the scene that stole Achilles’ breath.

The Adrastia Continent, once protected by the glorious purple-gold Dome, the Titanwall Dome, was surrounded.

Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendents everywhere!

They floated like executioners, and with terrible unity, their hands stretched out.

They were humans, yet when they opened their mouths...Tentacles filled with countless jaws, each one seething with blackened obsidian beams of devouring light, erupted and pierced the Dome!

BOOM!

It cracked.

It broke.

A piece of the sacred protection that had cradled their land... was gone.

"No..." Rose whispered, her hands flying to her mouth.

Arya’s voice trembled. "They get inside."

From the holes torn in the Dome, these monsters began pouring in.

The people of Adrastia rose. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Thalassarians. Humans. Ancient Ones. And at their helm...

Achilles.

His main body. His Primordial Avatar.

Both stood in front, their auras dark and light, burning with might.

And still... in the face of the being that floated before them, it did not seem enough!

King Edmond arrived.

His robe fluttered with elegance. His hands were laced behind his back as he hovered above the battlefield, his gaze resting on Achilles with maddening glee.

"So this is the main power of this sweet Plane?" he chuckled, his voice smooth as silk and twisted as glass. "I wonder how long you’ll last... when the taste of carnage is this fucking sweet!"

BOOM!

Arya’s projection flickered.

The waters beneath them remained still, yet the world had changed.

Achilles’ eyes pulsed.

Rose reached for Arya, pulling the tiny girl into her arms as she trembled ever so slightly.

She was just born.

Why did she...already see such things?!

Arya looked up with those impossibly big eyes. "See? That’s why I had to talk. This is really really serious."

And it was.

The war hadn’t even begun.

But the storm... had already arrived!