"Let me show you the Path of an Emperor King. The path of a Blacksmith that you will need years after catching a glimpse of what I can do here, but if you stay on this path and pair it with our Lineage, your power can become something unfathomable!"
A Path of an Emperor King.
Before Vulcaryn Adrastia could continue, Achilles raised a hand lightly, his eyes calm but burning with restrained intensity.
"There's something you should know," Achilles said.
The hammer in Vulcaryn's grip stilled, the furnace of the dwarf star around them crackling with unseen anticipation.
"I'm not like the other Adrastia Emperor Kings. As you know, the later generations are supposed to be more and more powerful," Achilles continued. "As the Ninth Adrastia Emperor King, my power is different."
He stepped forward, his voice steady.
"When it comes to Assimilation, I can even assimilate things here. In the dreams of our Lineage. In the Records of our blood. As if they were real."
