"Below the Panthera Lords are the Lions of Aeon—elite Dharma Manifestation warriors. These beings act as emissaries and guardians, traveling only when the Supreme Force itself is threatened or deems a land troubled. The many Dharma Manifestation entities you're seeing now? They fall in line as Lions of Aeon. You'd be hard-pressed to find a single being below the Dharma Manifestation stage here... with the vast majority of Ancient Royal Pantheras standing as Land Dharma Kings!"
The information kept unraveling, each detail more staggering than the last. Their group moved past mystical, verdant-gold landscapes, where the trees stretched impossibly tall and small floating landmasses hovered like jewels scattered across the air.
Regal, winged lions—some radiant gold, others glimmering blue or deep crimson—occasionally turned their noble heads to glance their way before returning to their duties after the Long Slumber, indifferent yet aware.
After the initial Astral Core Ascension guards, most of the beings they encountered within the Depths of Aeonthar were unmistakably Dharma Manifestation entities. Astral Core Ascension auras appeared only sparsely now.
And still, they walked.
The Myrrnith Throne continued to share revelations, each one building upon the last, painting a portrait of majesty and depth behind this ancient race.
As they pressed further into the sky-bound Aeonthar Continent, the truth became clear. This was why Thrones of Dynasties bound themselves—and their lands—to this Supreme Force.
Ahead, the outlines of a grand citadel emerged, glowing white and gold. Auras of nobility and ancient power clung densely to its form, crystal towers stretching high into the havens, golden structures intricate and imposing.
From the edges of this Ancient Citadel atop Aeonthar, a glimmering blue light shot toward them, revealing a massive winged lion with a flowing blue mane. In a breath, it transformed into a striking blue-haired Astral Core Ascension being, her features eerily similar to the Myrrnith Throne. She smiled as her voice rang out, sharp and warm.
"Haha, Clarana. You've finally arrived in an official capacity—but don't expect to enjoy it for long."
The blue-haired Ancient Royal Panthera smiled with easy familiarity. Clarana—the Myrrnith Throne—returned the smile, but lifted a brow.
"The Panthera Lord has had a revelation. A dream. He says the Lions of Aeon must be unleashed soon—to restore order in all this chaos. He dreamt of a force not born of Ancient Times nor aligned with the Evolution of this new Age. A force that stands against the brilliance of the Golden Pride of Aeonthar. We must act before it spreads."
The words rang like thunder.
The Lions of Aeon—hundreds of Dharma Manifestation beings—were to be unleashed.
And there were many more yet unseen.
All because one of the Nine Panthera Lords had a dream.
A dream of someone—or something—standing in their path. Not ancient. Not new. Something else entirely.
Even the Myrrnith Throne frowned, her voice sharp as glass.
"Who would dare stand against the order and brilliance of Aeonthar? Which fool is reckless enough to try?!"
Her eyes sparked with celestial fire.
And the astral light from the Panthera entity before them blazed brighter as she shook her head.
"The dream hasn't revealed that much. All the Panthera Lord shared was a vision—a being that spreads plagues, turning vast numbers into mindless beasts. A being whose innovation conceals destruction. Come. You can hear the rest while the Panthera Lords plan. The others... may wait."
She nudged her nose toward the Dharma Manifestation Advanced Humans behind them. The Myrrnith and Drakorith Thrones nodded, moving ahead with her, following the Astral Core Ascension guide into the citadel of white and gold—minds burning with the weight of a dream.
This unknown Force… it had to be stopped before it stirred.
And this, too, was why Aeonthar's Golden Pride was feared.
When enemies arose, the Panthera Lords dreamed of them. Saw them. Ended them—before they even knew who they were.
This... was Aeonthar!
The home of the Ancient Royal Panthera Lineages. The stronghold of the Golden Pride.
Thousands of miles away from the floating marvel of Aeonthar…
The skies were patrolled by Draconic Hybrids, streaked with jagged purple-gold crystals along their backs, their glowing eyes fierce and multiplying by the hour.
Their territory now included Neon itself—alongside a monstrous obsidian mountain nearly matching the city in scale. Titanfall Mountain had arrived.
At its highest point, Seraphelle, the Draconic Eidolarch, stood still. The foreign, ecstatic power coursing through her hands felt alive.
In the skies above the towering city of Titanfall, Titan Dwarves moved in coordinated waves, while King Darrun Flamewake hovered, gaze fixed on Neon.
White flames burst through the sky, and two beings appeared.
Seraphelle blinked twice.
The Queen beside Achilles… was radiating terrifying power—on par with her own Ancient roots as...it didn't make sense. Not this fast.
Still dazed, Seraphelle watched Achilles float to King Darrun Flamewake and the Titan Dwarves. His voice was cool, effortless.
He spoke to King Darrun as if speaking to a peer—or a subordinate. And the King didn't flinch.
"It's a relatively small area to cover, even with Titanfall added. We have enough reserves. All we need now… is the energy."
His eyes gleamed—as if already imagining the purple-gold fruits fueling the project.
Achilles gave a nod and floated beside him, his words calmly landing like thunder.
"No problem. I'll take on the role of the Primordial Forgemaster and oversee construction of the Ancient Impenetrable Titanwall Dome. I may even make a few changes..."
The role of a Primordial Forgemaster?
Did he even know what forging was—let alone what it meant to hold such a title?
And yet, Achilles simply smiled at their reactions while he got ready, his body beginning to radiate a unique air of heat and creativity only prevalent within Titan Dwarves!
And as the skies shifted above Titanfall and a Golden Pride stirred in the distant winds of Aeonthar, the vast stretches of skies seemingly held their breath- unaware that a storm cloaked in chaos and blood was already writing its name in the countless Catacombs and Lands these very skies blanketed!