The Ancient Impenetrable Titanwall Do.
A do capable of withstanding even the wrath of Dharma Manifestation entities so long as enough energy fueled its form. It was this very construct Achilles intended to build, combing through the scattered mories of the Titan Dwarves.
Lineage mory V worked with eerie efficiency when he brought multiple beings of the sa race under his command. Their existence beca a tapestry he could unravel with ease- no assimilation required. Just a look, and he could rember them.
And the mories of the Titan Dwarves? They were grand- brimming with terrifying blueprints and possibilities.
The Grand Core Anvil had once rested in the heart of Titanfall Mountain. But long ago, it had been stolen- taken by a powerful Ancient One. One of those responsible for the near-extinction of the Titan Dwarves… forcing them to forge until they perished, their very flas of existence snuffed out.
To assimilate such a relic would be monuntal. But it was locked away in a place called Sanctarith Ultara- an ancient city that had likely begun to rise again, just like many others in this era.
Still, Achilles made his intent clear.
The Forgemind, King Darrun Flawake, clutched the gold-and-purple fruits burning with white flas, his eyes widening as he nodded vigorously.
"We'll begin moving the entire mountain closer to… the Kingdom of Neon, you said? We'll do that within the next hour. Then we'll examine your kingdom's size to determine how much material we'll need to forge the Titanwall Do. Maybe what's in our reserves will be enough or maybe not. We'll only know once we see how far we'll need to stretch."
His eyes glead, not with the suspicion of a ruler protecting his people, but with the hunger of a creator rediscovering purpose.
Everything had changed the mont Achilles presented those fruits- pure and brimming with Primordial Energy, Evolutius Energy, and the white flas of the Nirvanic Sun Moon Phoenix.
Achilles smiled, knowing full well this shift was due to Fruit Generation IV. The fruits, born of his purified energies and assimilated seas, were enough to make even legends crave.
Case in point- Seraphelle stepped toward the growing mound of fruit, one already in her hands, her eyes wide with awe as she licked her lips subconsciously.
It called to her.
And as if on cue, Rose appeared beside her, smiling with a quiet authority.
"Little Ancient One, was that given to you?"
…!
"…"
Achilles watched, amused.
His Queen was exerting her authority.
Seraphelle froze. Her pride shattered just a bit under the weight of that question. Every fiber of her being scread to devour the fruit and take more. And yet…
She bowed her head slightly, sha flooding her eyes.
"…Ma'am. Can I please have one?"
She asked.
And Rose's smile brightened as she glanced at Achilles, who nodded simply.
"Good Ancient One," Rose said, patting Seraphelle's head. "Go ahead."
…!
A proud Ancient One- tad with kindness and authority ever so slowly!
While that scene unfolded, Achilles turned to the Forgemind, gesturing to the fruits beside him.
"Take these. Elevate yourself and those you deem worthy among the Titan Dwarves. Do whatever must be done. We'll keep exploring Titanfall. Don't mind us."
His words were casual, but his next destination was already clear in his mind.
There was one final piece.
One more remnant waiting to be assimilated to perfect the new Sea of Assimilation- the one that had begun when he absorbed the Runic Monolith Sentinels.
With purpose, he floated forward- Rose beside him, Seraphelle trailing with one dazzling fruit carefully tucked away. Her gaze, though, lingered on the mountain she had just left behind.
King Darrun Flawake approached it, his eyes glowing.
"Where are we going now, Little Fatty?" Rose asked, her voice teasing, her eyes alight with curiosity.
Achilles smiled as he followed the trail his mories had carved.
"We're heading to a place called The Hall of the Silent Wardens of Titanfall…"
…!
The Hall of the Silent Wardens of Titanfall.
Hidden beneath the Echovault Districts, past the molten corridors of the Inner Forge Canyons, lay a solemn chamber- its silence older than mory.
As Achilles descended deeper into the mountain, the light faded.
The number of Titan Dwarves thinned, their murmurs fading into stillness. The air grew heavier. The stones around them felt alive- waiting.
Soon, it felt as though they were beneath the Evolutius Catacombs themselves.
Yet the tunnels held order and structure, smooth lines etched through millennia. The air thrumd with the breath of sothing ancient.
They passed through two massive pillars shaped into a towering arch, and then…
They saw them.
Statues- massive and regal.
Dozens of Titan Dwarves stood frozen in ti, each statue forged from the Crystallized Obsidian Bones of the very dwarves they represented.
"These are the statues of the most revered Titan Dwarves in history," Achilles said quietly to Rose. "They gave not just their lives—but their very flas of existence to protect the Forge and the Mountain."
He approached one of the towering monunts—its surface glinting with crystalline light.
Each statue was unique.
One wielded a shattered hamr, flickering with traces of Primordial Energy.
Another carried a battered shield, its surface glowing with faint battle runes.
So wore fireglass beards, glowing faintly like embers.
Others rested with eyes closed, palms outstretched in silent blessing.
These were the Silent Wardens of Titanfall.
Achilles stood in the midst of them, his heart steady, his mind resolute.
He raised a hand and whispered in his thoughts:
'Assimilate!'
WAA!
Even Rose turned her gaze away.
In the next mont, several statues- centuries old- lted into black goo, streams of ancient power flying straight into Achilles.
He hadn't laid a hand on the dwarves themselves.
But these statues?
These ossified remnants?
They completed the assimilation!
He had devoured the Runic Monolith Sentinels, which had been crafted of the sa materials- save for the Crystallized Obsidian Bones.
Now… he had those too.
BZZT!
Power surged.
Achilles felt his Complexity evolve, his essence ascending once more.
The Sea of Assimilation deepened, forged not just from power- but from mory, sacrifice, and the very bones of a legacy of a powerful race!
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