Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 344: Ancestral Ascension (2)

"My name is Ethan Kael’Dri Smith. Sovereign of Old Gassendi. Chosen of Fate. Blood of the Primordials. Son of Zark and Madeleine. Husband of power. Father of legacies. And now... the Core."

"You who have walked beside me. You who have fought, bled, and loved beside me—our path doesn’t end here. It only begins."

His eyes flared, and the formation above him expanded into an awe-inspiring constellation-like sigil, covering the entire sky above the estate.

"Today, we ascend. Not just as mortals. Not as nobles. Not even as lords... but as Ancestors. Pillars of this world."

"Let the Ancestral Ascension begin!"

As the final word echoed, the sigil exploded silently into cascading rivers of energy, descending upon the estate like falling stardust. Each light targeted one person—each subordinate—binding them in threads of ancient essence. The air rang with the music of awakening.

He floated higher now, drawing all the lights toward himself, condensing the ritual into one divine beam.

"Come to me, my Pillars. Let me elevate you."

And they rose—one by one.

Trevor. Lamair. Lisa. Harley. Clara. Andriel. Emily. Sixtie. Lusamine. Carmen. Jerry. Reginald. Pisces. Athelia.

Their feet left the ground, drawn into the constellation, their bodies radiating with light and potential. And as they entered the Realm of Pure Essence with Ethan at the core, the entire estate was swallowed in divine glow—hidden from the eyes of all save those chosen by fate.

What would emerge would no longer be mortals.

They would return as True Ancestors—the foundation of the new age.

Above the glowing town of Ethan’s household, the sky had transformed into a canvas of raw magic and divine design. The enormous constellation-like sigil remained suspended across the heavens, its threads of light pulsing like veins of the cosmos, feeding off the very power of its caster. Ethan hovered at the epicenter, the beacon and core of the ritual.

Below, his chosen pillars—his family, his closest, his subordinates—were already floating midair in a silent circle around him. Their bodies were cocooned in translucent orbs of their own affinities, glowing with the mark of their identity. It was time.

Ethan closed his eyes.

"Begin the Rite of Ancestral Ascension."

The world stilled.

A ringing sound echoed in the minds of those gathered. Time paused. Light condensed. Essence surged.

Blood rose around Trevor in elegant spirals, crimson lines of his heritage illuminating symbols of the Primogenitor. The air tasted like iron. As Ethan’s core aura linked to him, Trevor’s body shook, not from pain, but from release. The binding limits that held back his Bloodline snapped like glass.

He howled once—a deep, haunting cry that resonated across the land. Blood formed a cloak around him, then hardened into armor of crimson bone and golden veins. Wings of shadow and blood burst from his back.

"I am the Ancestor of Blood. My blood shall awaken worlds."

Black smoke curled around Lamair, devouring light itself. Death welcomed him like a lover. In his mind, Ethan could see Lamair walking the Path of Souls, each step creating silent screams that faded to peace.

Chains broke. Shackles of mortality shattered. Death wrapped him in necrotic flames, not to burn but to empower.

His eyes glowed green.

"I am the Ancestor of Death. My silence is eternal."

Lisa’s essence rippled with origins—light and shadow, chaos, and order, all within her. She wasn’t born of one path but all. A kaleidoscope of creation whirled around her body. Ethan saw in her a glimpse of what came before time.

Stars lit within her skin. Her aura expanded, encompassing multiple layers of primal force.

"I am the Ancestor of Origins. My path is every path."

Life thrummed inside Harley like a song. Her Gorgon blood pulsed with divine rhythm. Serpents danced around her in coils of gold and green. Vines burst from her skin. She was becoming a forest, a world of breath and rebirth.

Ethan’s power flowed into her like a river, and she accepted it all.

"I am the Ancestor of Life. My womb births realms."

Spirits from the corners of existence swirled around Clara, Youkai of immense beauty and cunning. Her eyes glowed pink, a vortex of emotion and clarity. Fox tails expanded behind her, nine becoming infinite.

A spiritual fire ignited at her back, illuminating all paths she walked.

"I am the Ancestor of Spirits. My illusion is your truth."

Moonlight bathed Andriel in silver tears. Lunar petals rained around her, and time slowed as her body absorbed the ancestral energy. Her hair stretched with new radiance, her form wrapped in divine lunar armor.

She wept, not from sadness, but clarity.

"I am the Lunar Empress. My light waxes even in eternal dark."

Earth quaked. Trees bloomed midair. Flowers danced in zero gravity. Emily’s spirit sang to the soil, the stone, the streams. Nature responded.

She inhaled Ethan’s blessing, and the world listened.

"I am the Ancestor of Nature. My breath feeds planets."

Darkness folded around Sixtie like a cloak. She smiled. Pride surged through her, regal and terrible. Horns formed anew atop her head. Her demon form shone with crystalline darkness.

Her wings split the clouds.

"I am the Sin of Pride. I bend only to myself."

Holy symbols burned around Lusamine. Divine hymns hummed in the air. Angels bowed from other dimensions. Her path wasn’t religion, but divinity itself. Golden veins threaded her arms.

A crown of light settled on her head.

"I am the Ancestor of Divinity. The sacred flows through me."

Carmen hovered like a scale—equal in weight and emptiness. Light and darkness clashed and danced, finally merging into one within her. Her heartbeat synchronized with Ethan’s.

She was his mirror, his balance.

"I am the Ancestor of Balance. Where you fall, I rise."

Madness, colors, laughter, pain—Jerry existed in all of them. Chaos took form around him but never consumed him. He wasn’t within chaos. He was chaos.

The system tried to reject him. He laughed. Ethan centered him.

"I am the Ancestor of Chaos. Even entropy bows to me."

Symbols of law, geometry, purpose, and destiny. Reginald didn’t shift, didn’t waver. He stood tall. Perfect posture. Perfect clarity. He was Order incarnate.

The moment Ethan linked to him, Reginald’s body became light.

"I am the Ancestor of Order. I shape the stars."

Snowflakes froze midair. Ice spirits danced. Pisces shed a tear, and it turned into a crystal lotus. Her hands, once delicate, now bore power that could freeze time.

She smiled. Ethan did too.

"I am the Ancestor of Frost. I halt eternity."

Wind howled. Minds opened. Wills shattered. Athelia was the silent storm. The backbone. The Will of Will. Her essence burned like determination.

She stood firm. Her fists clenched. Ethan bowed his head.

"I am the Ancestor of Wills. My resolve remakes reality."

As each of them declared their Ascension, Ethan pulled them all close into the nexus of the sigil, their light forming a multi-colored ring of power around him.

Ethan raised both hands.

"You are my Pillars. You are the Ancestors. Let the new age begin!"

The sigil above pulsed one final time—then shattered into a thousand rings of divine energy that spread across the sky, across the stars, across the universe.

From that moment on, their evolution was complete.

The True Ancestors had risen.

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