Achilles pressed his palm lightly into the Life Spring water, watching it ripple outward in radiant concentric rings. His Lineage, still refining, hummed in his blood, but something deeper stirred. A connection, coiling in the stellar marrow of his bones.
That was another thing. The fact that as of right now, he was actually building his Sky as a Sky Dharma King- he had not even began entering the stage of Luminblood Astral Core Ascension or its higher stage of Celestbone, and yet he already had starlight in his blood and his bones due to nothing else but his lineage. it was glorious as the sheer incredulity of what his power could spill into when he actually became an Astral Core Ascension entity…
But he refocused on the quality that has seemingly been calling out to him.
Lineage Memory V.
The ancient dreams of the Adrastia Dynasty. Visions of kings and empires that had once ruled.
Their power, explosive.
Their secrets, dangerous.
He gazed skyward again.
