Creation Of All Things-Chapter 158: Fire And Ice Vs Solar Blades
The void cracked.
Shards of shattered space floated like broken glass as three figures emerged.
One of them stood tall, golden hair whipping in solar wind, his armor gleaming like a newborn sun. Blades of pure solar light hovered around him, twenty-seven in total, rotating in silence like the rings of some angry god.
Magnus.
Absolute Monarch of the Solar Blades.
He opened his hand, and a sun bloomed behind him — a miniature star, pulsing with lethal heat.
Across from him, floating just above the ruined battlefield, stood Alfred and Aria.
Alfred's fists were wreathed in slow, flickering fire. Not wild — controlled. Heavy. Like the pressure in a volcano just before it breaks. His coat was half-burned already, his chest bare, covered in glowing tattoos that pulsed with every heartbeat. He cracked his neck, fire leaking from his eyes.
Beside him, Aria's presence was pure silence. Not still — silent. Her body floated like a phantom, surrounded by an aura of frost so cold it bent light. Ice crystallized across her clothes in moving patterns. Her pale blue eyes never blinked.
No words were exchanged.
They moved.
Magnus was the first to strike.
His solar blades snapped forward in unison, slashing across the battlefield at lightspeed. Twenty-seven beams of star-forged death carved through the void, aimed straight for Aria and Alfred.
Alfred stepped forward.
He didn't dodge.
He punched.
The first blade shattered on contact — not deflected, broken. Alfred's fist had collided with condensed solar plasma and turned it into stardust. The force sent a ripple across the battlefield. Space bent. Fire surged.
Alfred vanished.
He reappeared behind Magnus, fist cocked back.
Boom.
The punch connected with Magnus' solar armor, sending him spiraling through asteroids like a comet skipping across the surface of a star.
Aria hadn't moved.
She raised a single hand.
The temperature around her dropped instantly. A deep, colorless cold, colder than space, colder than death. The remains of the battlefield froze in place — wreckage, debris, even lingering energy beams — all locked in perfect stillness.
"Absolute Zero: Domain Lock."
Her voice was soft. But the moment she spoke, Magnus' blades — the ones flying toward her — stopped. Frozen mid-flight, suspended by her presence alone.
She flicked a finger.
The frozen blades shattered like brittle glass, their light extinguished instantly.
Magnus returned in a golden flash, solar flares burning around his body, cloak torn, blood at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't hesitate.
He summoned two massive blades of solar flame, longer than ships, and hurled them like spears.
Alfred was already moving.
He grabbed one in mid-air — with both hands — the heat melting his skin. He screamed, not in pain, but in rage, and swung it back toward Magnus.
The second blade slammed into Aria.
But instead of burning her, it simply…stopped. Inches from her body.
She exhaled.
A crystal flower bloomed from her palm.
It touched the blade.
The flame turned to ice.
The ice exploded outward in fractal shards, covering the nearby wreckage, turning the battlefield into a frozen graveyard.
Alfred landed, spinning the massive solar blade like a polearm. With a roar, he threw it straight back at Magnus.
Magnus caught it — barely — and deflected it with a spin, but Alfred was already on top of him, fists flying like meteors.
Each punch ignited a nova.
Each block from Magnus created shockwaves that shattered moons nearby.
They tore through space — punching, dodging, blasting — like two gods locked in an ancient feud. Fire and sunfire danced together in chaotic fury, every strike a declaration of raw power.
And while they fought, Aria floated above them.
Watching.
Her fingers weaved patterns through the air, and with each motion, ice bloomed across the stars. She didn't chant. She didn't cast. She simply willed, and the universe obeyed.
Magnus sensed it.
He disengaged from Alfred with a violent burst of solar flares and turned his attention to her.
Big mistake.
Alfred grabbed his shoulder and ripped him back into a punch that cratered space-time itself. The area collapsed inward before rebounding with a howl.
But Magnus used the momentum.
He spun, slicing Alfred's side open with a blade of pure solar intent, then kicked him into an asteroid and launched toward Aria.
He didn't fly — he launched.
Solar propulsion behind his boots ignited the void, flames brighter than suns.
He reached Aria in a blink, blade raised.
Aria looked up.
"Frozen Orbit."
Reality cracked above her. A ring of blue-white moons appeared overhead — not illusions, not energy — real, summoned from her own pocket dimension. They began to spin, faster and faster, forming a blizzard vortex.
Magnus slashed.
The impact was unreal. Light burst in every direction. A shockwave ripped across the field.
And then…
Nothing.
His blade had stopped.
Right at her throat.
Aria hadn't moved.
Her hand touched his wrist — ice spread instantly. Not frost. Not snow. Something ancient and impossible. The kind of cold that made stars scream.
His armor froze.
His blade cracked.
His bones ached.
Aria's eyes locked with his. Still unblinking. Still silent.
She whispered one word.
"Shatter."
Magnus screamed as frost exploded inside his armor, ripping through nerves, freezing marrow, cracking solar constructs from the inside out. He staggered back, coughing up steam.
Then Alfred returned.
Bleeding.
Grinning.
Fire wrapped around his arms like serpents.
"Round two," he muttered.
He kicked Magnus across the field.
Aria followed, not running, but gliding — each step creating frozen platforms in the air. She raised her hand.
A spear of pure ice appeared — long, jagged, humming with silent pressure.
She threw it.
It pierced one of Magnus' solar blades mid-summon, canceling the construct entirely.
Magnus tried to blink away — teleport — but Alfred was there, grabbing his leg mid-teleport and slamming him back down, face-first, into a burning moon.
The moon cracked in half.
Aria raised both hands now.
The stars around her dimmed.
"Absolute Ice: Eternal Silence."
A wave of anti-heat exploded outward.
All light within a hundred kilometers vanished. No sun. No glow. Just void.
Magnus stumbled.
His solar core dimmed.
Alfred struck.
One punch to the chest — fire entering Magnus' body like a bomb.
Magnus screamed, golden blood spraying out.
Another punch — to the jaw — spinning him midair.
Aria teleported directly in front of him and rammed a shard of eternal ice into his stomach. It didn't just freeze his flesh — it froze his light.
His powers flickered.
He choked.
He summoned another blade, desperate.
But Alfred caught his wrist.
"Try again."
Snap.
Bone gave way.
Magnus cried out.
Aria summoned dozens of thin ice wires that wrapped around Magnus' limbs, slicing through his skin, pinning him mid-air like a puppet. She pulled her hand back.
Alfred charged, fire trailing from his fists.
Magnus tried to resist.
But he was slower now.
Duller.
His light faltered.
Aria's cold didn't just stop heat — it suppressed everything. Even will.
Alfred roared and slammed both fists into Magnus' chest, fire pouring out like a dam had burst.
The explosion lit up the galaxy.
It created a ring of flame so vast, nearby satellites exploded just from the heat.
When it cleared…
Magnus floated there.
Burned.
Frozen.
Bleeding.
Aria floated above him.
Her eyes narrowed.
She raised one finger.
A final shard of eternal ice hovered beside her, sharper than thought.
Alfred nodded.
The shard shot forward — faster than sound, faster than light — and stabbed through Magnus' heart.
He twitched.
He convulsed.
Then he went still.
His solar blades vanished.
His miniature star cracked.
And then it collapsed.
Magnus' body was pulled into the imploding core, vanishing in a flash of white.
Gone.
Silence fell.
Alfred stood there, panting, body torn and burning.
Aria landed beside him. Not a scratch on her.
He grinned. "You always steal the final blow."
Aria gave the faintest smile. "Because you always leave the opening."
They looked around.
The stars were quiet now.
No more Monarchs to face.
Only the aftermath.
The galaxy itself was trembling.
And they — together — were still standing.
Side by side.
