CHAPTER 366: EMPYREAN! I

Silence.

In the vast expanse beyond the Planar Barrier, silence was not merely the absence of sound.

It was a living thing, ancient and profound, wrapping around Achilles like the embrace of space itself.

Here, in the infinite cathedral of space, every breath he took seemed to echo with the weight of stars!

Breath...when there was not even air.

But he could breathe!

His Adrastia Emperor King Lineage felt like finally, it could breathe its native air!

His body floated motionless, suspended in the cosmic void, yet within him, power surged with a complexity that defied comprehension.

The moment his form had pierced through the translucent veil that protected his home plane, something fundamental had shifted.

The Adrastia Emperor King Lineage, he realized with a clarity, was never meant for planetary confines!

Space.

This was home. The true home!

This endless weaving of stars and darkness, this realm where light traveled for eons just to kiss distant stellar bodies- this was where his bloodline belonged. Where it had always belonged!

The sensation of returning was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was as if he had been walking through life with weights chained to his soul, and now, finally, those chains had been severed.

His progression rate had exploded by a factor of one hundred, while the corruption that had threatened to tear his existence apart was healing at an equally miraculous pace.

The 49% Existence Corruption Value that had pressed against his consciousness like a fever was already dropping- 45%, then 44%, the relief so palpable he could taste it.

He remained perfectly still, allowing the moment to wash over him. There was no rush here, no urgency born of planetary concerns.

In space, time moved differently. Patience was survival. He could feel this in his Blood.

Behind him, the Plane of Existence that housed everything he held dear appeared as nothing more than another drifting meteor among countless others.

The camouflage was perfect, ancient, designed by a power far greater than the current himself to hide something teeming with life from the predators that stalked the Star Seas.

Somewhere within that disguised sanctuary, his true body remained with Rose and Arya.

The thought of them, his family, sent warmth through his chest even as the cosmic cold pressed against his ethereal form.

Rose, with her emerald flames and fierce love. Arya, barely days old yet already showing visions of futures that chilled his blood.

They were his anchor, his purpose, the reason he had ventured into this endless space!

And as he was now here with his Lineage awakening even further...

"Assimilate," he whispered to the void, and the word carried with it the weight of command.

Space responded.

Not the harsh, violent extraction he had grown accustomed to on the planet below.

It was something far more elegant. The fabric of reality around him began to flow into his being like silk drawn through water!

His Organic Universal Regulation of Space-Time grew stronger, percentage by percentage, while his Existence Corruption Value remained steady and even continued to drop.

44%. 43%. 42%.

The healing was intoxicating!

As power flowed through him, Achilles allowed his consciousness to expand, to truly see the wonders that surrounded him for the first time. What he witnessed stole what little breath he had left.

Before him stretched a cosmic masterpiece painted on a canvas of infinite black.

A binary star system danced in the distance, two titanic spheres of plasma locked in a glorious waltz, their gravitational embrace creating tidal forces that painted aurora streams across the void in colors that had no names.

One burned white-hot, young and fierce, while its companion glowed a deep amber, older, wiser, its surface mottled with the scars of eons.

Closer, much closer, a comet traced its ancient path across his vision. Its tail streamed behind it like liquid starlight, a banner of ice and dust that caught the distant sunlight and scattered it into prismatic beauty. He could feel the age in it, the countless orbits it had completed, the stories it could tell of civilizations that had risen and fallen in the time it took to complete a single journey around its star.

To his left, a gas giant dominated the local space, its rings creating delicate patterns that shifted and flowed like living poetry.

Moons- dozens of them, orbited in precise mathematical harmony, each one a world unto itself. Some bore the telltale signatures of ice and water, others blazed with volcanic fury that painted their surfaces in molten reds and oranges.

One, he noticed with growing fascination, pulsed with what could only be described as organized energy patterns. Life. Intelligent life.

The realization hit him gloriously.

He knew he was not alone out here. He knew!

But this...

The Star Seas teemed with existence, with civilizations and powers beyond his current understanding. Some of those powers had been responsible for the deaths of his father, his grandfather, entire generations of Adrastia Emperor Kings before him.

His hands clenched into fists, the gesture sending ripples through the space around him as his newfound mastery over space-time responded to his emotions.

Hatred- cold, calculating, patient- settled in his chest like ice. They had hunted his lineage to near extinction, believing they had succeeded. But here he was, the last scion of a bloodline that would make even a King of the Virgo Stellar Expanse flee in terror in the future.

King Edmond. His daughter’s visions had shown the man’s face, his ocean-blue hair and lazy crown, his comfortable cruelty.

But more than that, they had shown his fear when he learned the name Adrastia. Such terror in those pale eyes, such desperate haste in his flight.

It spoke of knowledge, of history, of wounds still fresh despite the passage of time.

He knows what the Adrastia name was capable of!

He remembered the terror the Adrastia Emperor Kings once brought to the Star Seas- whether through records passed down or something else.

But knowledge was a double-edged weapon. If King Edmond knew to fear the name, he would also know to spread that fear, to warn others.

Every moment that passed was another moment for word to spread, for ancient enemies to stir from whatever dark corners of the Star Seas they had claimed as their own.

The thought should have filled him with urgency, with the need to act immediately. Instead, Achilles found himself settling deeper into the meditative calm that space provided.

Panic was the enemy of planning, and planning was what had made his lineage legendary. He would not repeat the mistakes that had led to their downfall.

As he floated through a field of stellar dust, the remains of some ancient star that had died before his Plane was even born, he felt the familiar sensation of his body transcending its current limitations.

The complexity of his existence was shifting, evolving, growing beyond the constraints of Astral Core Ascension.

His Empyrean Star Nexus was forming, that critical foundation that would allow him to truly claim his place among the powers of the Star Seas.

’Just a few more minutes,’ he calculated, feeling the spatial forces aligning within his essence.

But even as he prepared for war, his thoughts returned to the disguised meteor that held his heart. Rose’s laugh echoing through their underwater palace. Arya’s impossibly wise eyes and her determination to protect a family she had only just joined.

They were why he would succeed where his ancestors had failed. They were why he would not simply survive the coming storm.

He truly did not plan to merely survive a storm!

He would become THE storm!

...!

The stellar wind carried whispers of distant civilizations, of powers and principalities that carved empires from the bones of dead stars.

Somewhere among them lurked King Edmond and the Crimson Shroud Vortexes that had dared to threaten his daughter’s future.

Achilles gazed out, and in that expression was all the patient cruelty of space itself- beautiful, inevitable, and absolutely merciless.

Soon, they would remember why the Adrastia name had once made many tremble!