Chapter 2
Aetherion's fingers trembled as he stepped back from the shattered tombstone. The Ten Ascended Gods' legacies coursed through him, their essence merging with his own. Visions flooded his mind: the birth of stars, the dance of galaxies, and the symphony of creation.
As he stumbled through the ancient ruins, Aetherion felt his body changing. His senses expanded, allowing him to perceive the world in ways he never thought possible. His physical strength was growing at a pace visible to the naked mortal eyes. The whispers of the legacies grew louder, urging him and guiding him toward his true potential.
"Astoria's Radiance," a voice as gentle as a breeze and as soothing as a child's lullaby whispered, "shall illuminate your path."
Aetherion's eyes gleamed with a soft, ethereal light. The darkness surrounding him receded, revealing hidden patterns and energies.
"Eldon's Fury," a thunderous voice boomed, "shall forge your will."
Aetherion's heart pounded, his pulse synchronizing with the rhythm of the universe. His determination solidified, forged in the fire of his parents' memories.
The legacies continued to awaken, each granting Aetherion a fragment of their immense power.
_Legacy of the Architect_: Aetherion's mind expanded, allowing him to perceive the intricate web of reality.
_Legacy of the Weaver_: His fingers trembled with newfound creative potential, as if the very fabric of existence was his to shape.
_Legacy of the Guardian_: Aetherion's senses heightened, alerting him to hidden dangers and unseen threats.
Legacy of the Sage, legacy the rings, legacy of chaos, legacy of time and finally the legacies of Love and Hate.
As the legacies merged, Aetherion's transformation accelerated. His body glowed with an intense, golden light. The air around him rippled, responding to his growing power.
Suddenly, visions of his future realm unfolded before him: towering spires, shimmering lakes, and lush forests. Aetherion's heart swelled with excitement and purpose.
"I shall create a world where I am the law, no matter the adversaries and obstructions, I will succeed" he declared, his voice echoing through the ruins.
The legacies responded, amplifying his resolve. There, in that old and abandoned, now broken ancient tombstone of the Gods, Aetherion's journey as the Lonely Ascendant had truly begun.