O Destiny!
The Last Adrastia Emperor King called out to a grand Assimilation within him!
Golden light shimmered across the skies of the Adrastia Continent, threads of it drifting like molten stardust across space.
It began from the center, from a single being whose eyes burned like suns forged beneath oceans of time. Achilles Adrastia Maxwell stood still, his breath steady, his gaze fixed into a domain of authority few could sense, let alone see. The sea of Thalassara shimmered below him, casting upward rippling reflections of cascading violet-gold waterfalls that fell endlessly from the floating continent's edge.
He exhaled slowly.
"Organic Planar Regulation…Destiny!" he murmured.
A pulse echoed outward, not merely through sound, but through intent. A soft golden resonance poured from his body like a blooming sun. Not explosive. Not destructive. It simply was. A hum of inevitability as his connection to the Regulation of Destiny formed and deepened.
His body felt the strain.
