Creation Of All Things-Chapter 58 : Wraith Vs Freya
WHOOSH.
Freya moved.
No words. No hesitation. Just a burning rage that set the air on fire.
She walked straight to Selene's broken body, her face unreadable. When she knelt beside her, white flames flickered to life at her fingertips, gentle yet absolute.
The second they touched Selene's wounds—FOOM—they roared to life, swallowing her whole.
The battlefield trembled.
And then—
Selene gasped.
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Her shattered ribs snapped back into place. Blood reversed course, vanishing into her skin. Strength flooded her limbs, her body fixing itself in seconds.
Selene blinked, dazed.
But Freya?
She didn't even look at her.
She just stood up—slow, deliberate—her crimson eyes locked on Wraith.
Still silent.
Then—
She moved.
BOOM.
The ground shattered beneath her as she vanished.
And then—
Wraith's head jerked sideways as a fist buried itself in his face.
BANG.
He crashed backward, skipping across the battlefield like a stone over water—until he slammed into a rock formation, turning it into dust.
Silence.
Selene's eyes widened.
Thomas exhaled. "Holy sh—"
WHOOSH.
Wraith reappeared, blood dripping from his lip. His head tilted, testing his jaw.
Then—
He grinned.
"Oh," he murmured, wiping his mouth. "Now we're talking."
SHOOM.
Black flames erupted around him, twisting, writhing, consuming the very air. The ground beneath his feet sank just from the pressure alone.
Freya?
She didn't move.
Didn't flinch.
Then—
They both disappeared.
BOOM.
They reappeared mid-air—fists clashing, shockwaves splitting the clouds apart.
Wraith swung—a savage right hook.
Freya leaned back, the punch grazing her nose—then countered.
BAM.
Her elbow crashed into his ribs—sending him twisting through the sky.
But before he could recover—
She was already there.
A knee to his spine—BANG!
A hammer-fist to his gut—BOOM!
Each hit folded him.
Each hit shook the battlefield.
Wraith snarled, shadows twisting—lashing out like whips.
But Freya—
She tore through them.
She blitzed forward, spinning, heel slicing through the air—CRACK!
Wraith's body snapped sideways, crashing into the ground so hard the earth ruptured.
Then—
Silence.
Freya hovered above, arms still crossed, unimpressed.
Dust and rubble settled.
Nothing.
Then—
A laugh.
Low. Amused.
Wraith stood up.
Blood dripped down his temple. His clothes were torn. His body was covered in bruises.
But he was grinning.
"You're strong," he admitted, rolling his shoulders. "Stronger than I thought."
His eyes burned.
"But—"
The shadows swallowed him whole.
And then—
Freya's instincts screamed.
WHOOSH.
Wraith appeared behind her.
A blade—black as night—aimed straight for her spine.
But—
She didn't turn.
Didn't even look.
Her hand snapped backward.
And caught the blade.
Bare-handed.
Silence.
Wraith blinked. "What—"
FOOM.
White flames erupted from her palm.
The sword melted.
Wraith snarled, jerking back—but Freya was faster.
BOOM.
A flaming fist slammed into his gut—so hard his feet left the ground.
His breath hitched.
Then—
Freya grabbed his collar—yanked him forward—
And headbutted him.
CRACK.
The shockwave sent lightning tearing through the clouds.
Wraith's body whipped backward, skidding across the battlefield, a trench forming in his wake.
Freya landed, cracking her knuckles.
"Done playing yet?" she asked.
Wraith coughed, staggering to his feet—his grin wider than ever.
Then—
His shadows flared.
His aura doubled.
The air shook.
And with a wild, feral grin—
He charged.
And Freya met him halfway.
No words.
No hesitation.
Just fists.
BOOM.
They clashed again.
Fist to fist. Fire to shadow. Heat to void.
The sky split. The ground quaked. The battlefield turned into a warzone of raw destruction.
WHOOSH.
Freya weaved through Wraith's strikes like smoke, her movements sharp, effortless. His shadows lashed out—whips of black death—but the moment they touched her, they froze. Ice crawled up the darkness, twisting, cracking, shattering.
Wraith snarled. He surged forward— SHOOM—a blur of speed, blade forming in his grip. A wide slash aimed straight for Freya's throat.
But—
FWOOM.
A wall of fire exploded between them—hotter than the sun, cold as the grave.
Cryo-fire.
Blue and white flames danced around Freya, flickering like ghosts, the air around her freezing even as it burned.
Wraith's blade stopped mid-swing—encased in ice.
His eyes widened.
Freya didn't let him think.
BAM.
A spinning kick to his ribs.
CRACK.
His body folded.
BOOM.
He crashed into the ground, ice spreading from the impact, freezing the earth solid.
But—
WHOOSH.
The ice shattered. Wraith was already gone.
Freya's instincts screamed.
She turned—
Too late.
SLASH!
A shadow-claw raked across her side—black energy searing through her skin.
She gritted her teeth, barely flinching.
Wraith was on her in an instant. BANG. A punch to the stomach. BOOM. An uppercut to the chin. SHOOM. A roundhouse kick to the ribs.
Freya skidded back, boots digging into the ground.
Wraith grinned, cocky.
"That all you got?" he taunted, twirling his blade.
Freya exhaled.
Her breath came out misty.
Cold.
Deadly.
Then—
She moved.
WHOOSH.
FOOM.
Her flames erupted, a swirling storm of ice and fire. The ground beneath her flash-froze, but the air burned.
Wraith blinked—
And suddenly, she was in his face.
BAM.
A knee to the gut.
He choked.
BANG.
A flaming fist to the jaw.
He spun.
CRACK.
An axe kick to the back of the head—sending him straight into the dirt.
BOOOOOM.
The battlefield shattered.
Dust and smoke rose. The earth trembled.
Silence.
Freya stood over the crater, flames still licking at her fingertips. Her breath came slow, controlled, her eyes locked on the rubble below.
Then—
A chuckle.
Low. Rough.
Wraith stood up.
Bruised. Bloody. Barely breathing.
And grinning.
Freya tilted her head.
Tch.
Annoying.
Then—
Wraith raised his hand.
The sky turned black.
The air got heavy.
And the battlefield?
It sank.
Freya exhaled. Her flames surged.
And just like that—
They vanished.
Back to Rapheal
BOOM.
The brute's body tore through rock.
Debris exploded in every direction as he skidded across the battlefield, plowing through anything in his way.
Then—WHOOSH.
Raphael appeared above him, mid-air, his coat billowing behind him. His golden eyes flickered, cold.
His fists clenched.
And then—
BANG.
A hammer-fist straight to the brute's spine.
The ground cratered. The impact shook the battlefield. Dust and ice shot up like a geyser.
But Raphael didn't stop.
Before the brute could even think about getting up—
BAM. A knee to the ribs.
CRACK. A backhand to the skull.
BOOM. A straight punch to the gut—burying him deeper into the ground.
No words.
No wasted movement.
Just precise, merciless blows.
The brute twitched, trying to rise—
WHOOSH.
Raphael blurred.
Then—
BANG.
A fist straight to the face.
The brute's head snapped back, blood spraying.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
Raphael didn't let up. Each strike was faster, harder, sharper. His fists tore through the air, the sheer force splitting the ground with every hit.
The brute tried to lift his arms—block, counter, something—
CRACK.
A vicious elbow smashed into his jaw.
His body lurched.
FOOM.
Raphael vanished.
The brute barely had time to react before—
BOOOOOM!
A flying kick to the chest.
The brute's body was sent rocketing backward.
Straight toward—
—Freya and Wraith.
WHOOSH.
Freya and Wraith collided mid-air, their fists meeting in an explosion of white flames and black shadows.
The shockwave split the sky.
And then—
The brute's body came flying toward them.
Freya barely turned her head—
WHOOSH.
Raphael appeared right beside her.
Freya blinked. "Took you long enough."
Raphael exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Tch. Cleaning up trash."
The brute, still airborne, was inches away from Wraith.
Wraith's eyes narrowed.
SLASH.
A blade of darkness formed instantly in his hand.
WHOOSH.
He sliced—
But—
CRACK!
Raphael's fist crashed into his face.
BOOM.
Wraith plummeted.
The brute followed—both of them smashing into the battlefield below.
Raphael landed smoothly beside Freya.
She side-eyed him.
"You got him?"
Raphael cracked his knuckles. "Obviously."
Freya smirked.
Then—
