Chapter 273: Dawn III

    The air in the Primal Neon Tower crackled with awe, palpable enough to be felt across the vast continent of Adrastia, its rising grandeur still settling over the land.

    The weapons floated down, spinning like celestial bodies, a testament to the craftsmanship of a man whose very bloodline could craft wonders.

    Achilles stood, silent and unyielding, as his creations descended around him, each glowing with potential and ancient power.

    His Primordial Avatar’s gaze swept over the collection- his living masterpieces. Each weapon, born of the Living Forge Physiology, pulsed with vitality, awaiting its rightful wielder.

    From the Thalassarian Sovereign Trident to the Aurelfin Tidepiercer, from Astral Severance to the Stellar Aegis of Adrastia, each weapon carried its own breath, its own life force.

    At the center of the grand chamber, the group he had summoned waited in stunned silence.

    Dr. Shaw. The ever-analytical mind and master of the Andromeda Sentinels, who had spent a lifetime navigating the intricacies of human evolution and technology. His gaze was sharp, dissecting the weapons, yet there was a soft reverence in the way his eyes flickered across the shimmering forms. He shook his head as he felt like all of this violated all known laws of science.

    Magitech Throne Aliya. Her presence radiated a quiet strength, her intense eyes fixed on the collection with a mix of intrigue and disbelief.

    She, who had witnessed much of the world’s magic and science, found herself enraptured by these Living Cataclysmic Star Weapons.

    Nyxaria Moonveil Lunaris. A figure of quiet power and mystery, she stood with an air of calculated grace, though her hand trembled slightly as she gazed upon the arsenal before her. With weapons like these...would she not be able to hunt her father herself?

    She alwsys feared his power at Astral Core Ascension, but with these weapons and armor...!

    Luna. Standing slightly apart, one of the younger ones among them yet no less formidable, Luna’s eyes gleamed with excitement, ready to grasp what power lay in her hands.

    King Darrun Flamewake, the leader of the Titan Dwarves, stood at the front, his broad shoulders shaking with the reverberating weight of history.

    As he gazed at the array of weapons so far beyond what the Dwarves could forge in their own smithies, his eyes went wide. The deep blackstone of his pupils seemed to expand, his breath haggard.

    He took a step forward, reaching a hand towards the first weapon, a shimmering Coral Crown of the Endless Deep, the living crown made from the very essence of ancient coral and the sea itself. His fingers brushed the surface, only to withdraw sharply as if burned by the purity of its craft. The power was palpable, a strength beyond anything his people had ever dared to imagine. A weapon for celestials, not mortals!

    “No way,” he murmured, almost a curse, almost a prayer. “This...”

    He shook his head in disbelief, then let out a hearty, thunderous laugh, the sound rippling through the air like the roar of an erupting mountain. “I just made a promise to forge the best weapons for you, and you give us weapons that no Titan Dwarves could ever forge. This...”

    He turned slowly, his awe turning into profound respect. His massive form seemed smaller in the presence of the weapons before him, but his voice rang out with unwavering sincerity. “These are weapons of legends... of kings. I bow to you, Adrastia Emperor King,” he said, kneeling before Achilles with a deep, solemn reverence.

    “Please,” King Darrun continued, eyes gleaming with a burning intensity. “Teach us. Teach the Dwarves how to forge something like this. We... we have much to learn.”

    Achilles shook his head calmly, his purple-gold eyes softening in response.

    “Maybe after the Triarcan Keep,” he replied with a gentle shake of his head, his voice calm, unwavering. “But for now, take a weapon. Choose one.”

    King Darrun Flamewake nodded somberly, his broad frame still kneeling before Achilles in a silent display of veneration. Without another word, he reached out, his powerful hand closing around a weapon: the Titan’s Crest of the Abyss- a shield forged from the bones and shells of ancient Titans, its surface pulsating with life as if the earth itself breathed through it- the bones of his past enemies!

    “This is what the Dwarves will carry into battle, with your blessing,” King Darrun muttered under his breath as he rose, clutching the weapon with an unwavering grip.

    The others followed suit, stepping forward to claim their weapons. Each one moved with purpose, their eyes locked onto the shining weaponry- a stark contrast to their initial hesitation.

    Magitech Throne Aliya walked toward the Stellar Aegis of Adrastia, the celestial armor made from starlight itself. Her fingers brushed the glowing surface, and the armor responded, shifting slightly as if to mold itself to her form. She smiled, the light reflecting in her eyes as she took it and looked for a weapon too.

    Nyxaria moved next, her steps light but purposeful. She reached for the Astral Severance, a sword forged from crystallized starlight. As her fingers touched its hilt, the weapon responded, the air around it humming with a soft, otherworldly vibration. It was as though the weapon itself recognized her, attuning to her presence.

    It should have been a glorious scene, but all she could think...was how cutting her own father would feel with this blade!

    Luna, her youthful eyes bright with excitement, made her selection. She moved quickly, picking up the Coral Crown of the Endless Deep, her slender fingers tracing the intricate patterns. She smiled softly as the crown settled onto her head, glowing faintly with an ethereal light.

    As the last of them claimed their weapon, Achilles stood silently, watching them all with quiet satisfaction. The weapons, each imbued with life, would grow alongside their wielders. They would evolve, adapt, and resonate with the will of those who bore them.

    The Living Forge had fulfilled its purpose for now as he would continue forging much more.

    Achilles’ voice rang out again, quieter but still commanding. “The meeting of Ancient Ones and Humans near as nobody knows what will happen, but with these weapons, you can at lesst protect yourselves.”

    ...!

    The gathered warriors stood in silence, each holding their new weapon as a new chapter began for them.

    As the last of the weapons were claimed, Achilles turned, his gaze set upon the horizon.

    The Glacivane frozen continent continued merging with the Adrastia Continent, and from the northered direction, the blinding light of Lancelot, the Glacivane Throne, and two other Astral Core Ascension Overseers of his lineage shot across the morning skies while they looked at everything with marvel.

    They went towards the cluster of power they could feel on the Primal Neon Tower, Achilles observing them and nodded as he tapped his feet to cause the emergence of multiple purple gold veins beneath his feet.

    “Additionally...It is about time for Limited Assimilation and Biological Nurturing to make sure that you all...are at least Luminblood Stage Astral Core Ascension entities, if not Celestbone.”

    ...!

    He spoke such words casually as many did not know what he meant, and they could only stare incredulously while wonder if they heard right.

    But Achilles himself was finishing building his Sky as he could ‘officially’ take the step to become a Luminblood Stage Astral Core Ascension entity, even though he held massive seas of star light in his blood and bones due to his Lineage Refinement and Assimilation!

    To bring the power of others to Astral Core Ascension...would be easy!

    Onward!