I Can Assimilate Everything

In the grove of Primordium Evolutius Trees, where purple-gold light filtered through leaves that shouldn't exist, reality rippled once more.

The air itself seemed to part like curtains as a figure materialized from the confluence of water and starlight.

The glorious stellar watery form of the Primordial Genome Empress arrived with the grace of tide meeting shore…inevitable, beautiful, and carrying the power to reshape landscapes.

Rose Adrian, for all her newfound cosmic authority, appeared with confusion written across her liquid features.

Her emerald eyes, suspended in a face of living water that sparkled with stellar radiance, swept across the grove seeking answers to why she had been drawn here with such urgency.

Then she saw them.

Adras Maxwell and Lilian Maxwell, standing there as if death had been nothing more than an inconvenient detour.

…!

She blinked as if she was seeing things.

For a few seconds, she even froze!

Her entire form trembled, sending ripples through her water-based existence that caught and refracted the grove's strange light into rainbow cascades. The shock was too profound for her transformed state to process- her very molecules seemed to forget their new configuration in the face of impossibility.

Without conscious thought, her body began its transformation. The stellar water condensed, solidified, remembered the shape of the woman she had been.

Fair skin emerged from the liquid like continents rising from primordial seas. Her hair, which had been streams of liquid starlight, settled into radiant green strands that caught the light with natural rather than cosmic beauty. By the time she launched herself forward, she was human again- or at least human enough for what came next.

"Aunt Lilian!" The cry tore from her throat as she crashed into the older woman's embrace, tears flowing freely down cheeks that had reformed just to carry them.

Lilian caught her with the practiced ease of someone who had been a second mother to this girl, her own tears falling as she stroked Rose's green hair with trembling hands.

The older woman's mind raced through implications…if they had truly died back then, if Rose had lived through years without them, carrying grief that should never have been hers to bear.

"Oh, sweet girl," Lilian murmured, holding Rose tighter as if trying to compress years of absence into a single embrace. "What you must have gone through..."

Rose pulled back just enough to look between them…Lilian who had been the mother she'd always needed, and Adras who had been the uncle who taught her to be strong.

Her emotions were too complex for words, so she expressed them through action, turning to wrap the Eighth Adrastia Emperor King in a hug that would have crushed normal bones.

"Uncle Adras," she whispered against his chest, then pulled back to look at them both with eyes that couldn't quite accept what they were seeing. "Aunty... am I dreaming?"

Lilian pulled her back into the embrace, this time keeping one arm extended to include her husband in the circle of reunion. "Oh sweet girl, we are here. My son… seems to have done something crazy."

…!

The understatement of cosmic proportions drew a laugh from Rose, who trembled as she looked toward Achilles.

Through her shock, through her tears, he could see exactly what she wanted to ask even though she couldn't bring herself to voice it as she accepted the current situation. The question burned in her eyes with the intensity of stars being born: if he could do this for his parents, could he...?

Achilles walked over with measured steps, each one carrying the weight of promises about to be made. His hand settled on her head with gentle authority, and even without her saying anything, he gave her the answer she desperately needed.

"It should be possible to do the same to your parents."

The words landed like redemption itself. Rose's tears flowed more freely, but now they carried joy mixed with the grief. Years of accepting her parents' death as immutable fact suddenly became temporary, a problem with a solution, a wound that could be healed.

She didn't ask when or how,those were details that paled beside the fundamental truth that it was possible. She simply smiled through her tears and said…

"Okay!"

One word, carrying within it complete trust, infinite patience, and love that transcended the boundaries between life and death.

Seeing the two of them gazing at each other with that particular intensity that made the rest of the universe temporarily irrelevant, Lilian laughed- a sound that brought lightness to the cosmic weight of the moment.

"Did my lovestruck son finally make a move on you after all these years, Little Rose?"

Rose's face flushed crimson, the blush visible even through her tears. She turned to face Lilian with an expression caught between embarrassment and mischievous pride.

"Aunty, he did much more than that!" She gestured vaguely toward the sky. "You have a granddaughter in outer space right now, and another one... in here!"

She pointed to her belly with a gesture that carried significance beyond words.

The silence that followed was profound. Adras and Lilian stood frozen, their minds struggling to process this latest impossibility on top of all the others. They had been pulled through time itself, reunited with children they thought they'd lost, and now... grandchildren?

Achilles smiled lightly at their shocked expressions.

Yes- after Rose's advancement into the Primordial Genome Empress, after the past days of exploration and possibility, they had been successful in their... mission.

The continuation of the Adrastia lineage was no longer a desperate hope but a growing reality!

"We will have Little Arya over in no time for you guys to meet her," Achilles said, his voice carrying the confidence of someone who had already made interdimensional travel seem routine. "But first, let us adapt your bodies and existences."

He turned to Rose with the manner of someone organizing an intervention. "Tend to my mother slowly first with Primordium Evolutius Fruits. Start with the lesser ones- her body needs to acclimate gradually to this level of energy concentration."