He wanted the Kingdom of Neon to go… to the skies?
He wanted a kingdom to fly?!
The gazes of many froze—stilled in a silence so deep, not a soul knew how to respond.
Except for Rose. She only smiled, brilliant and unshaken. Not once did she question him. Not even for a second did she think his words were ridiculous.
If he said he would do something, then he would.
And if he wanted to do it, then it was already as good as done. Because her Little Fatty, no matter how impossible the promise...never spoke in vain.
She remembered when he told her he'd take her to the movies on certain weekends, and even when life pulled them in different directions, he tried and did it. She remembered the nights when her heart ached for the parents she missed, and he showed up at her room with pizza, wings, and that same steady promise in his voice.
Everything would be okay.
That was another promise he made.
And even that one, he had never broken.
So if he said he would lift a kingdom into the skies, then it was no longer a matter of if—only when.
King Darrun Flamewake blinked, stunned. His voice wavered before settling into quiet awe.
"Floating kingdoms or even Continents… while rare, are not impossible. Even the Supreme Forces of ancient times had landscapes suspended in the skies. But that was due to terrifying natural treasures that distorted gravity, or the power of someone far beyond Astral Core Ascension, holding entire realms aloft by sheer force alone. For us to do that now…"
He was about to dismiss it again. But before he could, Achilles lifted his hand and opened his palm.
"The transformation of Primordial Energy into Runescripture."
He spoke no more. He acted.
Golden light burst from his hand and surged upward, separating into intricate threads—fine golden lines that danced and bound together. Like an artist painting with light, Achilles wove those strands into shape and meaning.
King Darrun watched in disbelief. This was a lost art—an art the Titan Dwarves had guarded fiercely, known only to their bloodlines in ancient days, and a few other rare Bloodlines. And yet, here it was, alive again in the hands of another.
His eyes nearly bulged from his skull as Achilles wove the Runescripture effortlessly—ancient sigils and interlocking symbols forming thousands of delicate lines that pulsed with the unmistakable energies of...[Defense] and [Regeneration].
That was their Runescripture.
Their sacred craft—etched into existence as if it had always belonged to Achilles. All around him, Titan Dwarves stood slack-jawed, looking at him like he wasn't human—but something greater.
Achilles didn't so much as blink. His eyes gleamed with a spark of joy as he summoned the powers he now possessed—Organic Ancient Forgestone pulsing within him, alongside Forge Physiology IV, Craftsmanship Magic IV, Elemental-Mechanical Physiology IV,
Primordial Forgemind IV, Titan Physiology IV, and Supernatural Artisan IV.
All of it surged in his mind as he spoke with commanding brilliance.
"Which of the Flamekeepers and Stonebound Titan Dwarves hold the materials and minerals needed to forge the Ancient Impenetrable Titanwall Dome? Bring them forth. I will begin the forging process with the Nexus Core Runescripture."
He didn't ask permission.
What he declared moments ago as intention, he now made reality in a terrifying display of capability and will.
King Darrun Flamewake shouted orders, snapping the stunned Dwarves into motion. Some tapped the crystalline obsidian rings on their fingers—instantly summoning compressed blocks of golden, gleaming metalloids and shimmering crystals into the skies above.
Materials excavated from the rarest regions of the world.
Primordial-forged metal sheets, Runescripture-ready minerals. And more.
One by one, they appeared as other Titan Dwarves burst from the skies, diving into the vaults of Titanfall Mountain to retrieve even more.
They had never seen anything —someone weaving dense Runescripture into existence with a wave of their hand so easily, quickly, and seamlessly. A living myth unfolding before their eyes!
And Achilles? He paid them no mind. His focus remained singular.
Of all the abilities he carried—all the Assimilations within him—he knew this much- making a vast stretch of land float was not impossible. It was merely a matter of execution.
Because within him burned the assimilation of an Organic and Inorganic Terrestrial Planetary Body, alongside abilities like Planetary Forcefield III and Gravitational Field Manipulation III.
The real challenge? Ensuring the integrity of the buildings and structures above the land he intended to raise.
The solutions came quickly—flowing through him like wildfire, whispered by the wisdom of Supernatural Artisan IV.
First: a scaffolding- one that could absorb all shockwaves and vibrations. One that could shield the upper structures from shaking or collapse, even as hundreds of miles of terrain were lifted from the earth and moved across the skies.
This… was where Runescripture would shine.
And Achilles wouldn't rely on just Primordial Energy.
From his left hand, golden light gushed again—fine lines weaving intricate runic patterns of Primordial Runescripture. Meanwhile, his right hand lifted, releasing a sea of radiant purple. It split into thousands of lines, weaving together into a new, terrifyingly brilliant form.
This was not [Defense] or [Regeneration].
King Darrun trembled as unfamiliar Runescriptures formed before him. Their twists and turns. The sacred looking language. Even with limited knowledge, he stuttered,
"[Flight], [Stability], and… [Unnatural Regeneration]…"
He couldn't believe what he saw—three distinct qualities inscribed into a single set of Runescripture!
A Living Script that looked like an ancient word meaning different things!
And Achilles, ever composed, simply nodded.
He brought the gold in his left and the purple in his right together—speaking with wonder and conviction.
"Evolutius and Primordial Runescriptures will merge to form the Nexus Core Runescripture. I'll embed this at the very center beneath the Kingdom of Neon, where it will act as the scaffolding to stabilize the land and everything upon it. From there, the rest of you will forge more Primordial Runescriptures. If you can learn my new Evolutius designs, help forge those too. We'll finish faster. Once the scaffolding is done, I will…"
He didn't finish the sentence.
But his smile said everything.
Because the next step was altering the very force of gravity itself.
Through Planetary Forcefield III and Gravitational Field Manipulation III, he would lift the land.
What had sounded like madness minutes ago now surged with momentum—becoming real, tangible, and inevitable. New designs, new possibilities, rose within him like constellations. All because of the vast sea of assimilated traits he had woven into his being.
Today, he would use them...to bring a Kingdom to the skies!