To bring together the scattered colonies of the Thirteen Dynasties.
If the fractured forces of humanity could stand united, they would become stronger than ever before.
The True Magitech Throne had said this almost offhandedly—an idea born from philosophy, from principle, and from the knowledge available to her.
At that moment, neither she nor Achilles knew anything of the Planar Destiny.
None knew what the truly powerful Ancient Ones—those bound to the Nine Supreme Forces—understood about the Planar Destiny tied to all the ancient races lost during the Long Slumber.
And how, even now, that same force was beginning to gather around humanity in this Age.
So what would happen if the clans and colonies of mankind were brought together under a single banner?
None of them realized that this simple exchange, this quiet decision, would allow something monumental to bloom.
Silence fell after the True Magitech Throne finished speaking, her gaze locked onto Achilles.
Could he raise other Colony Cities into the sky?
He knew this. It was within his power.
As she spoke, he found himself drifting deeper into thought, her words stirring something in the lineage of an Emperor King that flowed through his blood.
And strangely—everything fit. If this was the path, the pieces lined up.
But it still felt... too grand. Too far removed from the man he used to be.
The man he had been for over twenty years clashed against the version he was becoming. And now, that new version was no longer being built solely by him—others were shaping it too.
That tension…that dissonance—he'd have to manage it. Quietly, he answered.
"I could potentially bring other Colony Cities up to the skies—and move them toward a central location."
A simple affirmation.
He could create more Skyborne Cities.
That was all she needed to hear.
"Then that is all I needed to hear."
The True Magitech Throne stood, her metallic frame lifting with a radiant hum. Her voice rose with sharp resolve, filled with possibilities.
"I will take the first step. If you are willing to leave a piece of yourself with me, then the Colony Cities of the Magitech Dynasty will be the first to join you—first to rise into the skies and form a bastion for humanity. Our technology will be shared. Our strength will be shared. This will not be an alliance… but a marriage."
Seated beside Achilles, Rose raised her brows at that last phrase.
But the woman in the mechanical frame meant it. Her eyes shone with conviction as Achilles turned toward Rose, his silent question written in the way he looked at her: Should we proceed with this?
She thought about it for a heartbeat—then nodded.
Achilles waited a few more seconds, weighing other possibilities. Then, with a snap of his fingers, his Primordial Avatar manifested, stepping forward toward the True Magitech Throne.
"This other me will go with you," Achilles said. "I don't know how everything will unfold, but if I can help—I will."
And around them, the atmosphere shifted. Astonishment spread among those present.
This was no mere alliance.
One of the Thirteen Dynasties was about to join the Kingdom in the skies!
The Magitech Frame representing the True Magitech Throne flared to life, its wings buzzing with electric light.
"Then let's set off at once. The longer we wait, the more the Ancient Ones spread their reach. I will leave half the Magitech Frames here. Choose any you wish to study, as you mentioned earlier."
All around her, the Frames readied for departure.
Achilles' Primordial Avatar stood before her. He nodded.
She nodded in return and flew, her massive metallic wings rising as she soared from Neon, his Avatar beside her. Together, they would smoothly pass through the barrier of the Ancient Titanwall Dome.
Left behind were several Magitech Frames—and a Dharma Manifestation tied to the Magitech Colony Dynasty.
But the most critical were the Magitech Frames.
Achilles looked at them with sharp interest. Then he turned to those remaining and gave orders.
"The rest of you—get to work. Think about gaps, flaws—anything we've missed. Bring it to Overseer Luna, Nyxaria, or Dr. Shaw. They'll report to me every few hours if needed."
"Neon may be Skyborne now, but we'll need a steady supply of Evolutius Crystals. There are entire Wildlands beneath us still crawling with Behemoths. Assemble Large Raid Parties and descend into the unchecked Evolutius Catacomb Entrances. Neon will stop moving in a few hours—as we near the Holy Hyacinthus Mountain Flower."
Those were the immediate priorities. As he spoke them aloud, everyone nearby sprang into motion.
Enforcer Warships hummed to life and began lifting off.
The Dharma Manifestation entities left by the True Magitech Throne followed Overseer Luna and Nyxaria Moonveil Lunaris, who guided them toward Fort Cape of Hope.
He couldn't do everything himself, and he knew this. Others could report to Shaw, Nyxaria, and Luna. Only what was vital would reach him.
It was a system. And it would work.
Because right now, his focus needed to shift—to the Magitech Frames—and what he could create from them using Runescripture.
He stood before them, thoughts already racing.
Soon, the skies above the Primal Neon Tower cleared as many moved away, with newcomers escorted out.
Only Rose and Dr. Shaw remained.
But even Dr. Shaw was preparing to leave, boarding a Warship.
"Is it okay if I leave an Andromeda Sentinel by the tower?" Shaw asked. "Something for emergency reports—to reach you faster."
There was respect in his tone now. A shift. He no longer looked at Achilles as a peer, but something more.
Achilles gave him a small nod.
Now, it was only him and Rose.
The Primal Neon Tower was quiet. Private. As it should be.
Achilles faced the Magitech Frame, hands already twitching with anticipation. Rose stood beside him, exhaling softly—finally able to breathe.
"You're doing a lot of insane things, Little Fatty," she said, voice soft but teasing. "You're living up to the name of Adrastia Emperor King. Uncle Adra would be proud."
Those words hit him hard.
Achilles trembled slightly, remembering the mother and father he'd only glimpsed in dreams.
Rose stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him from behind.
"I'm proud of you too. I know this is all new. There's no guidebook. You'll make mistakes. You'll likely stumble. You might even do things you regret. But through it all—I'll be here."
Her warmth steadied him.
And as she held him, she whispered again.
"So? What crazy thing are you planning next?"
Her eyes sparkled—always curious, always ready.
He smiled, staring at the towering Magitech Frames.
"I want to keep mixing the old and the new. Take the brilliance of the Ancient Times and merge it with this new Age. I want to infuse Runescripture into these frames—make them sleeker, smaller, but powerful. Like the Evolutius Suit I made for you. I want them sturdy enough that even if a Sky Dharma King struck, the actual damage would be minimal."
Ambitious. Nearly impossible.
But when Rose heard it…
"For my Little Fatty," she said, "something like that will be simple."
Her belief grounded him.
And with a smile, his hands erupted in gold and violet light—Runescriptures flowing like rivers into the frames before him.
He focused harder than usual.
Because behind him, the warm chest of his Queen was still pressed tightly against his back, her arms refusing to let go.
As the Skyborne Kingdom of Neon drifted toward the distant Holy Hyacinthus Mountain Flower…
Thousands of miles away.
Beyond the floating Everburn Aerie Continent of the Acheron Phoenix Assembly…
A legion of flame moved.
At its head: a massive phoenix, radiant and wreathed in scorching green fire.
Behind it: one hundred Dharma Manifestation Millenium Acheron Phoenixes, their feathers blazing in different hues.
And behind them—exactly 1,000 Ethereal Physiology Phoenix Behemoths soared, wings beating the skies into trembling.
It was a relatively small Phoenix Legion—but it was led by Ayan, an Astral Core Ascension Millenium Acheron Phoenix.
Her body alone stretched over a mile, her wings distorting the air with every beat.
And as her cry echoed, she sensed it—that pure, ancient lineage pulsing far away.
Her voice, regal and cruel, tore across the winds.
"Faster! I will not wait. We have human tribes to scorch and enslave. We have human tribes to remind them of what they used to serve. Of who they used to offer their bodies to!"
Malice laced every word.
And that hatred… was racing toward an unsuspecting Skyborne Kingdom.
Bringing with it… a Calamity.