Her eyes were bright as she spoke, probing to uncover the truth of the moment and gauge the tension in the air.
She didn't receive a heavy reaction. A dense silence settled across the chamber as the figure of the Myrrnith Throne stared at her, cold and unreadable, before finally replying.
"I have always been on the side of humanity. And because I stand with humanity, do you know how many humans in my Colony Cities have died since the Ancient Ones began to rise? None. Not a single casualty. Can any of you say the same for your people?"
Her words struck hard, biting as she looked between the gathered rulers of the dynasties seated before her.
Aliya's gaze sharpened, ready to respond, until a silent, broad-shouldered man with dark hair and an aura of authority broke the moment with a voice weighted in power.
"What is the price you paid to achieve that, O Myrrnith Throne?"
The voice was deep and commanding.
It came from the one who could arguably claim the title of strongest among all the Dynasty rulers.
The Glacivane Throne, Lancelot.
His eyes radiated power and untold glory, and yet it wasn't the Myrrnith Throne who answered him.
Instead, the Drakorith Throne met Lancelot's gaze and spoke with equal gravity.
"The price was only an alliance of old forces and new. It ensures the lives of our people while building toward a future that protects all of humanity. That alone is worth it, is it not?"
The eyes of many Thrones flickered with sharpness, and at that moment, the Myrrnith Throne sighed.
"We did not come here to argue. We are surrounded by unprecedented danger, and more than ever, we must stand together. That is why I've come-to share good news. An invitation. In three days' time, forces of old and new will descend upon the Triarcan Dynasty Keeper Mountains for the annual Triarcan Keep, called early due to the circumstances. The protectors from the Age Past, those you know only as Ancient Ones, will be there to reveal who they truly are. This is a chance for all Dynasties to gather, to understand the bigger picture, and to prepare. Because there are Forces rising now that aim to kill and enslave every human. The ones we've allied with… are fighting to defend against that and to ensure peace and prosperity of this very Plane!"
A meeting. The Triarcan Keep. In three days.
In the Triarcan Dynasty Keeper Mountains!
A scene flashed in the eyes of the True Magitech Throne.
At the heart of Ethemia, the Triarcan Mountains- Auremount, Veyrspire, and Duskaran- stood locked in ancient counsel.
These towering peaks faced one another in a perfect triangle, their sheer cliffs cradling the sacred ground of the Triarcan Keep.
Here, the thirteen founding Dynasties once gathered after the Wars that nearly ended the world, after nuclear fire scarred the earth, to forge the Triarcan Dynasty Accords—an unbreakable pact of diplomacy.
Each year, every Dynasty Keeper is required to gather here, for no blood is permitted to be spilled within the Keep.
Aliya, the True Magitech Throne, remembered the Keep clearly- grand, solemn, and steeped in tradition. She had visited it many times, always letting her brother take the lead.
The Triarcan Keep itself was a towering circular citadel, forged of blackstone laced with glowing Evolutius Crystals.
Its ceiling was open to the sky, inviting starlight to pour in, while the outer walls rose like blades into the clouds- majestic, unyielding, sovereign.
The three sacred mountains surrounding the Keep only magnified its majesty. Attending the Triarcan Keep had always been a breathtaking affair!
"You expect us to gather in one place while inviting Ancient Races as well? Are you mad?"
The voice of the Terravolt Throne rang out, even before Aliya could voice her opposition. Yet the Myrrnith Throne only shook her head and continued.
"No fighting is permitted in the Triarcan Dynasty Keeper Mountains. That place is sacred, even to the Ancient Ones as it was once a land even they considered sacred. No one will raise a hand there. You're free to send proxies if you don't wish to attend in person. But I… will stake my life and my Throne on this."
The Myrrnith Throne's words lingered as another voice rose.
The Drakorith Throne lifted his hand.
Another voice. Another Throne.
The Obscuron Throne raised his hand and smiled.
He had already chosen to stand with Myrrnith and Drakorith.
And to seal it further…
The Lunaris Throne—whose private matters had only recently been revealed by one who liberated one of his cities, also gave his support!
Aliya's eyes sharpened further as the long-distance communication between the Dynasty Keepers continued, their discussions circling the upcoming Triarcan Keep.
And so it went- on and on!
In the clear skies above.
Achilles' Primordial Avatar watched as another Colony City, just a hundred miles from the Capital of the Magitech Dynasty, began to rise. The Impenetrable Titanwall Dome formed faster than the ones before it as his speed and skill were increasing.
Inscribing Living Scripts had never felt so natural!
He gazed at the two Magitech Colony Cities floating steadily above the land, his mind drifting to the concept of Planar Destiny and the millions of lives now hovering in the skies.
What would truly happen if they were all united under one banner?
His eyes brimmed with possibilities as beside him, Aliya, the True Magitech Throne, stood atop a black lotus, glowing with power.
"So what do you think?"
Her gaze pierced the horizon as she asked, having just finished relaying everything that occurred in the Chamber of the Dynasty Keepers.
Achilles remained thoughtful.
He remembered the fragments of Judge Zerrion Draal's memories- snapshots of this legendary gathering.
"Sure. Let's go and see who's already taken sides. And maybe… we'll find a few Ancient Ones worth targeting."
Terrifying words. Delivered with utter calm.
"We'll use these next three days to prepare. All your Colony Cities should be up within a few hours. If there are others you trust, let them know now."
"I'm already privately messaging two Thrones who share my mindset. I'll have clarity soon…"
Aliya's voice was crisp as Achilles nodded.
Everything was moving smoothly.
More Colony Cities would soon ascend. His main body continued to monitor Neon from afar, watching for any disruption after the recent battle.
It was time to build.
He needed to Dream of his Lineage of Adrastia Emperor King again as he now had the resources to withstand it.
To empower himself even more!