The Titan Dwarves turned their eyes toward the figure of Achilles, who had spoken so brazenly. They remained silent—not from fear or confusion, but because he had presented Panaceas of such purity- fruits of utter wonder shining in purple and gold as they rivaled the legendary Grand Core Anvil once stolen by the ancient land of Sanctarith Ultara.
They knew he was a unique and eccentric being!
You could see it in their eyes—the other Titan Dwarves didn't dare disparage or question Achilles. Not after witnessing the wonder he had conjured.
So instead, they turned toward King Darrun Flawake, whose calm, steady gaze settled on Achilles with sothing close to stern admonishnt. And then, with a voice ancient and deep, he finally spoke.
"We beca bound to your will through ans I'll admit—I still hold a grudge over. You asked us to build, which is sothing no race knows better than ours. And you proved your worth and strength. None of my people have been hard, and you even provided a thod I still can't begin to understand—Panaceas brimming with Primordial Energy. Their purity matches, if not surpasses, even that of the Grand Core Anvil. They even hold the energy of evolution itself. That, I won't question. But when it cos to building—when it cos to forging—this is the one place I must draw the line."
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King Darrun's stance was clear as his voice deepened.
"Even if you can glean fragnts of our mories, mory alone is not the sa as mastery. You cannot forge by rembrance. To be a Primordial Forgemaster—to carry that title—is to command the very direction of what is built. To control the construction of the Ancient Impenetrable Titanwall Do is not sothing done by mory alone. For this, I must insist—you allow us to work. To lead. To truly forge what you ask of us."
There was a steady resolve in his voice, a line drawn in the forge-fire.
And yet, Achilles simply looked at him, the purple and gold in his eyes flashing with brilliance as he asked softly,
"What is the core of the Ancient Impenetrable Titanwall Do?"
The question ca not with defiance—but with the calm authority of a teacher. And with that, King Darrun Flawake felt the sting of being positioned as a student. As the Forgemind of Titanfall Mountain, that alone was offensive.
With a controlled breath and sharp gaze, he replied.
"To construct the Ancient Impenetrable Titanwall Do, one must layer extrely dense natural structures, tals, and more—threaded as though weaving cloth to span hundreds of miles. What holds it together—what binds all those materials…is Primordial Energy. But not in its raw form. We Titan Dwarves have perfected the art of weaving that energy into sothing else- Ancient Primordial Runescripture. An art long lost to others as very few Lineages even know how to utilize it—Runescripture!"
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Runescripture. The art of threading pure energy into powerful, functional Runes. Into Living Scripts that caused change to the surrounding world itself!
"The Runescripture serves as the backbone of the Titanwall Do. We craft variations of Runescripture that allow those diverse materials to fuse into one structure—while granting it Natural Regeneration. The Runescriptures woven into the Do allow it to draw ambient energy from the environnt to sustain itself indefinitely. When under attack, the wall's durability is depleted—unless energy is fed into the Nexus Core Runescripture. This core connects to thousands of other Runescriptures. So long as it receives energy, the Do can repair and heal, never falling."
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King Darrun spoke with the deliberate cadence of a master craftsman explaining sacred lore.
And yet, Achilles only nodded, replying as if the explanation confird what he already knew.
"Yes. The critical component of the Titanwall Do is the Runescripture network—especially the Nexus Core Runescripture, which binds all the others. With materials woven through it, the Do can withstand even attacks from Dharma Manifestation entities—so long as it's fueled. But… as far as I know, the Do arches over the land like a half-moon, protecting from above. What of the ground now corrupted by the Evolutius Catacombs?"
His question made King Darrun blink, frowning slightly before responding.
"We can create underground channels- passages to flow materials beneath the earth, weaving the Runescripture like cloth. It will complicate things, yes. Days, maybe weeks of work—if we aim to preserve the surface structures."
He spoke thoughtfully, but Achilles shook his head at the idea.
"Possible, yes. But my mind races in another direction. What if… instead of only defending and regenerating—we added a third quality, or even a fourth?"
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His words struck like lightning, the expressions of King Darrun and the surrounding Titan Dwarves changing instantly.
To alter Runescripture. To give it new potential.
King Darrun stared at Achilles, voice grim and tempered.
"Now you ask for impossibility. Runescripture isn't sothing easily changed. Even among us, only a few know how to create and manipulate this lost art—and its qualities have always been the sa for the Runescripture we know: defense and regeneration. Any attempt to alter them risks destabilization. The resulting Do could fall apart like paper. Tweaking Runescripture…is a path for Masters that have long perished from this Plane."
He said it with certainty—an artisan's truth carved in stone.
But nearby, Rose only smiled.
She shook her head with quiet defiance and turned toward Achilles, hugging his hand as she looked towards King Darrun Flawake and the other Titan Dwarves floating above Titanfall Mountain like celestial obsidian crystals floating in the skies.
"What you call impossible, my Little Fatty makes easy. So tell us, Little Fatty, apart from Defense and Regeneration—what's another quality you want for the Titanwall Do's Runescripture?"
Even if the world doubted him, she never would.
So she didn't argue—she asked. Because she believed everything he said.
Achilles smiled and uttered a single word.
"Flight."
HUUM!
One word, and the air trembled.
Flight?
Flight?!
King Darrun and the others gaped.
And Rose's eyes glistened as Achilles turned toward the Kingdom of Neon. His eyes glowed, pulsing with purple-gold power, as he declared:
"I want to take the Kingdom of Neon to the skies. To rise above the threat of the Evolutius Catacombs. I want a Do that surrounds us completely—and turns our Kingdom into one that floats. One that moves among the very heights of this plane."
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Achilles once more asked himself…what did it an to be a King? And he decided on another quality.
It ant to dream.
And to dream big!
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