Creation Of All Things-Chapter 226: You’re not leaving.
The realm didn't breathe anymore.
Not after what Aurora did.
Thea, once a fixed point of prophecy, now lay broken and fading beneath cracked skies. Her fate severed. Her threads erased.
And through the silence that followed… came a smile.
Adam's smile.
He stood near the center of the chaos, golden-white energy bleeding from his form like gravity too heavy for reality to hold. His eyes locked onto the last unshaken figure above—the one who had yet to move.
Mael.
But Mael didn't flinch.
Instead, he raised a single finger.
Snap.
The air fractured like thin glass.
And from that fracture—
They came.
One by one, the divine replacements. Five of them. Each a masterpiece. Each a weapon. Born from divinity, upgraded by Mael's own twisted will. They landed like meteors around Adam—runes sparking, halos igniting, power shaking the heavens.
One had arms layered in compressed thunder. Another carried a blade shaped like regret itself. The third, a floating priest of law, void of eyes. The fourth, wreathed in artificial time, stepping both forward and backward at once. And the last—
A woman with wings of divine crystal, her voice humming like hymns fed through broken stars.
Adam tilted his head.
"Send more."
The closest charged first.
Lightning screamed.
But before it struck—
BOOM!
Adam moved.
He didn't dodge.
He walked through the blast. The thunder-arm shattered across his chest like cheap glass. His right fist swung wide.
CRACK!
The attacker flew sideways, ribs collapsed, internal mana bursting in all directions. His body spun in the air, crashing through three floating spires.
Adam didn't stop.
He was already lifting the second by the throat—before the regret-blade could strike.
"Nice sword," he muttered.
Then he crushed the wielder's arm with his grip alone.
Snap.
Then the skull.
Crunch.
He threw the body aside like spilled ink.
The air blurred.
The time-wrapped one flickered from five directions—slashes moving faster than light.
Adam didn't react.
He simply stepped once.
And the moment around him broke.
All five flickers collapsed into one body, which landed at Adam's feet, twitching. The energy field unraveled. Adam kicked him once—and time rejected him. The replacement skipped like a skipped stone across reality, never quite touching ground again.
From above, a blast came down. Massive. A cathedral-shaped miracle spell—twisting faith and destruction into a single concept.
But before it could land—
Space shattered.
"He's not alone, you know."
A soft, confident voice. Polished. Commanding.
Alice.
Her form blinked into existence beside Adam, arms folded. A thousand rings of folded dimensions hovered around her like a crown made of laws.
The miracle spell inverted before it could complete. It unraveled into stardust.
"Space is mine," she said.
Then flicked her fingers.
The cathedral exploded.
The crystal-winged woman screamed and shot forward, blade outstretched.
But someone else moved.
BOOM!
A spear made of crimson-black magic intercepted the blow—stopping her mid-air.
Joshua appeared in a flash of red lightning, eyes burning with godfire and devilshade.
"Thought I'd just watch?"
His form surged.
One wing white, the other black. Horns crackling. Veins laced with divine mana and infernal corruption.
He spun, dragging the spear down, kicking the woman across the jaw and flipping over her as she reeled. She fired beams of holy rage in return—but he tanked them with a smile.
"You hit like a priest."
He roared, wings snapping outward.
"Let me show you how a hybrid fights."
He dashed—faster than the sound he made.
Back on the field, the law-priest floated toward Adam, mumbling chants in a tongue meant to bind souls.
Chains formed. Divine ones.
But Adam grabbed them mid-air.
"Chains?"
He pulled.
The priest came flying, screeching.
Adam met him with a knee to the chest.
BOOM.
And then—
BOOM!
Again.
Once more, just to be sure.
He smashed the priest into the ground so hard, laws began to scream.
Joshua slammed into the crystal-winged one mid-air, his body cloaked in flame and shadow. Their weapons met. Sparks erupted. But he wasn't trying to overpower her.
He was distracting her.
"Now, Alice!" he shouted.
Alice extended her hand calmly.
"Collapse sequence: Dimensional Splice."
She cut space like paper.
The woman vanished—folded into a prison between layers of reality.
"Done," Alice said.
Meanwhile, Joshua landed beside Adam.
"Still don't need help?" he asked, panting.
Adam smirked, blood splatter on his chest. "Nope."
The fifth and final replacement—body still twitching from the earlier rejection—finally stood.
He opened his mouth.
"Long speech?" Adam asked.
Then appeared beside him—one punch.
The head twisted. The body crumpled. The godlight inside flickered once.
And then died.
"Too slow," Adam whispered.
He stood tall again.
All five replacements—gone.
The Celestial Plane was chaos. Kael'Thar still fought in the skies, burning gods with each breath. Aurora walked the field, divine energy rising with every step.
And at the top?
Mael.
Watching.
Still unmoved.
Adam stepped forward.
"Now it's just you."
Mael smiled.
And finally—
he spoke.
"So much rage, Adam. So little vision."
"Vision's for those who need it," Adam replied. "I don't."
He cracked his neck once. "I just need to end you."
Mael raised his hand.
And for the first time—
Adam flinched.
Because what he felt wasn't divine.
It wasn't power.
It was absence.
Mael's aura wasn't crushing. It was subtracting. Removing. Nulling everything around him. His very presence rejected systems. Cores. Magic. Bloodlines.
It was the opposite of everything they'd become.
Joshua felt it too. He stepped back, spear out.
"…this guy," he muttered. "He's erasing reality."
Alice's eyes narrowed.
She raised her hand and tried to open a portal—
It collapsed.
She tried to shift time—
It didn't respond.
Mael smiled wider.
"A realm built on rules… but I am the end of rules."
He raised his other hand.
"But we're not fighting yet."
He pointed toward Adam.
"I just wanted to see if you were ready."
Adam's expression didn't change.
But his silence did.
It deepened.
Joshua and Alice flanked him, both tense. Ready. But something shifted in the air—not fear, not rage. Something lower. Denser. Like gravity had just discovered a second layer.
Mael started turning away.
"Is that an excuse you're trying to use to escape?" Adam said, voice quiet.
His fingers flexed once.
Then curled.
"Pathetic."
Mael paused.
Then slowly turned to look back.
And that's when Adam breathed.
Just once.
The air around him distorted.
Then—
He spoke.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
But real.
Like he'd spoken directly to the core of existence.
"…Lock."
[VOCIFERY – ACTIVATED]
The sound didn't echo.
It landed.
Hard.
Like a gavel crashing down in a courtroom of gods.
The entire Celestial Plane froze.
Space itself locked in place. The horizon crumpled inward. Sound died. Light bent and then stopped moving. The clouds above, once drifting with divine wind, halted mid-swirl.
Mael's eyes sharpened.
He tried to step forward.
Nothing.
No response.
No shift.
Even his aura—the nulling absence that erased the divine—couldn't reach past it.
He was locked.
Not trapped.
Anchored.
Reality had accepted Adam's word as law. And that word was "Lock."
A command carried by Vocifery.
A skill no one else knew.
No system prompt. No glowing sigils. No theatrical flare.
Just one word.
And the world listened.
Mael's mouth parted like he meant to speak.
But the air around him wouldn't carry his voice.
Because Adam hadn't allowed it.
Joshua stared.
"…what did you just do?"
Alice glanced at him, uneasy. "That wasn't magic."
Adam didn't answer.
He just stood there, eyes locked with Mael's.
Two titans.
One smile.
And for the first time—
Mael didn't smile back.
Above, the skies of the Celestial Plane cracked again.
The war paused.
The gods watching… felt it.
Not power.
Not divinity.
Control.
Adam stepped forward, one slow step.
"You're not leaving."
Mael's eyes narrowed. His body tensed against the lock, muscles twitching, aura flaring—
Nothing moved.
Adam raised his hand slowly, fingers half-curled.
Not to strike.
Not to summon.
But because the air around him waited on that hand.
Because now, everything else in the realm was secondary.
The battlefield.
The war.
The heavens.
The gods.
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They weren't the center anymore.
He was.
Adam lowered his hand.
The lock held.
And for the first time, Mael understood.
This wasn't about strength.
Or legacy.
Or even prophecy.
This was about a man who didn't need any of it.
Because when Adam spoke…
The world answered.
Silence fell.
The skies stopped shaking.
And everything went still.
