"It’s a relic." Godfrey pointed at the monument. While Isolde stared at it, he told her what the armour said to him.
The world was even bigger than she thought. Countless worlds had fallen trying to satisfy the mana tree’s question. Ruined worlds floated about, bearing stories of forgotten civilizations.
From what she deduced most worlds had subtle differences in how mana affected them. For them, the humans of Earth, part of their souls could take the shape of other races, meaning the mana tree was compiling almost all races into one world to see the outcome.
It would be a brutal one when the Ruination Stage came. Once Earth’s pantheon was established, those other gods would wreck the fragile stability of Earth, it would become god against god, faction against faction.
What about her?
Isolde’s eyes narrowed. Her life goal was to make sure Godfrey didn’t become what she saw but failed. Not entirely as her presence was able to keep warmth in his heart.
With the knowledge of the future to come and her past goal now behind her, she realized her new goal was to truly become the mother of dragons.
To once again establish the dragon race and rule as their mother and Queen. This would mean expanding the Pendragons from being just a family into a race different from a normal human.
When the time came for the Titled gods, she would have to claim a spot. But it was up to the mana tree to select Earth’s first gods.
That law didn’t apply to Godfrey though. Once he unlocked the next door, he could create stronger knights which would in turn make him stronger.
Her husband might be the only existing being to be able to grow without the mana tree increasing his potential.
Her eyes narrowed as Isolde realized she too had never been called by the mana tree.
"Isolde..."
Godfrey’s voice rang from behind.
Her eyes widened, she covered her mouth and turned. "I forgot you’re still injured and out of mana. All of us are inside your soul space, no one will be able to help."
"Trust me, It’s not a problem. Take a look at your hand." Godfrey pointed at her hand. Isolde blinked, realizing she was with the emperor’s paragon core all this while.
"You should have absorbed it."
Isolde shook her head gently. "I wanted you to give me permission. You’re my king after all~"
Godfrey scoffed softly.
"Are you blushing? How cute." The armour snickered. Godfrey’s eyes twitched with slight anger, luckily Isolde didn’t notice it as she focused on absorbing the core.
This was her first time. She felt something cold move through her veins, surging up to her chest. As her strength surged, so did her tier. In the end, she rose from 25.0 to 26.0, pushing Godfrey into the Progenitor Tier through Symbiosis.
With Black-Out State and the Immortal Armour, even as a low-tier progenitor, Godfrey would become the nightmare of those in the same tier.
Isolde pulled off her helmet and ran her fingers through her red hair, shaking her head so the strands loosened and fell free from where the helmet had pressed them down.
"You should have told me she looked this good behind that armour. I wouldn’t have chosen you! Female warlords are the best... They live longer." The Immortal Armour cried out.
Godfrey sighed. "Get out." At his order, the armour left his body and reassembled by his side.
"Tsk!" It scowled.
Isolde raised an eyebrow. "Wow. What more can it do?"
Before Godfrey could reply the armour formed two exquisite long swords and performed a move, showcasing deft skill with the sword that stunned the Golden Order Knights. Isolde’s eyes widened.

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