Creation Of All Things-Chapter 59 : One With The Universe

WHOOSH.

Freya and Raphael landed side by side, the battlefield trembling beneath them. Dust and smoke swirled around the massive crater where Wraith and the brute had crashed.

Silence.

Then—

A deep, guttural growl.

The brute's massive frame twitched. Muscles spasmed. Bones cracked back into place. His breathing was ragged, but the monster wasn't done yet.

Wraith was worse. Blood dripped from his mouth. His arm hung limp, his clothes in shreds. But his eyes? They still burned.

Freya sighed. "Tch. Annoying."

Raphael rolled his shoulders, golden eyes locked on the brute. "I'll handle this one."

Freya didn't argue.

WHOOSH.

She disappeared.

Wraith barely had time to blink before—

BOOM!

Freya's knee slammed into his gut.

His body folded.

CRACK.

An elbow smashed into his jaw, sending him reeling.

But before he could even think about recovering—

BAM.

A roundhouse kick to the ribs.

Wraith spat blood as he flew backward, smashing into a boulder.

Freya landed lightly, dusting off her hands. "You done yet?"

Wraith staggered to his feet. His breath was shaky. His shadows flickered, unstable.

Then—he grinned.

Blood smeared his teeth. His entire body was screaming in pain.

But he grinned.

"Not… bad," he coughed. His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. His legs wobbled, but he forced himself to stand tall. "But… I'm not dying here."

Freya's eyes narrowed.

WHOOSH.

She appeared right in front of him.

Before he could react—

BANG.

A fist to the throat.

His breath hitched.

BOOM.

A knee to the ribs.

His bones cracked.

SHOOM.

Freya's hands ignited. Blue and white flames twisted around her fingers, colder than ice, hotter than hell.

Wraith's eyes widened.

"Wait—"

FOOM.

She pressed her palm against his chest.

And the flames swallowed him.

Wraith's scream never came.

The second the fire touched his skin—

He was gone.

Not burned. Not vaporized.

Just… erased.

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Like he never existed.

Freya lowered her hand.

Silence.

She exhaled, eyes flicking to Raphael.

—

Raphael stood over the brute's barely breathing body, his golden eyes void of emotion.

The monster twitched. His fingers clawed at the dirt, trying—desperate—to rise.

Raphael didn't let him.

CRACK.

His boot slammed down on the brute's spine, pinning him in place.

The brute wheezed. His monstrous body convulsed.

But he had no strength left.

Raphael crouched, his voice calm. "You don't get to exist anymore."

The brute gurgled—tried to speak.

But Raphael was already done.

WHOOSH.

His hand shot forward.

Straight through the brute's chest.

Silence.

The brute's body twitched.

Then—

It stopped.

No dramatic last words. No struggle.

Just silence.

Raphael yanked his hand back, flicking off the blood. The brute's body crumbled, lifeless.

He straightened, turning to Freya. "Finished?"

Freya cracked her neck. "Obviously."

The battlefield was quiet now. No more enemies. No more interruptions.

Just the two of them, standing amidst the wreckage.

Freya stretched. "So. Drinks?"

Raphael exhaled. "Fine."

Then—

WHOOSH.

A shadow loomed over the battlefield.

The air turned thick. Heavy. Suffocating.

Everyone froze.

A figure stepped forward. Massive. Human in shape, but something was off. He wasn't bulky like the brute, but he radiated power—raw, terrifying power.

His void black eyes burned. His presence alone made the ground tremble.

Then—

He smirked.

"You think this is over?" His voice was deep, almost amused. "You have no idea what's coming."

His aura exploded—BOOM. The entire battlefield shook.

"I'm going to kill you," he continued, stepping forward, "then I'll walk through that portal and wipe out everything in the world beyond." His grin widened. "Let me show you why they call me the Monarch of Destruction."

Silence.

Raphael exhaled. His instincts screamed at him—this wasn't just another fight.

This was going to get messy.

His eyes flickered to Freya, then Thomas, then Selene—who was clutching her brother's lifeless body, her face pale.

"Listen," Raphael muttered, low. "If this turns bad, get out. Shut that portal. Tell the kids I love them. And that I'm coming back."

Freya's expression darkened. "We're not leaving anyone behind."

The Monarch chuckled. "Cute," he mocked. "But I'm not like those weaklings you just fought."

Then—

He moved.

Fast.

BOOM.

Raphael met him head-on.

Fists clashed.

Shockwaves exploded outward, splitting the ground.

Then—

WHOOSH.

Raphael was sent flying, his body crashing through rubble, flipping mid-air before slamming into the dirt.

Silence.

The Monarch cracked his knuckles, eyes gleaming.

"Pathetic," he muttered.

Then—

Freya's flames roared to life.

And she moved.

FWOOOM.

Freya's flames surged, blue and white embers twisting around her like a raging storm. The ground beneath her cracked, melting under the sheer heat.

The Monarch barely raised an eyebrow before—

WHOOSH.

She was gone.

Then—

BOOM.

A blazing fist crashed into his ribs.

His body barely shifted.

Freya clicked her tongue—

SWOOSH.

She twisted mid-air, spinning into a kick—

BAM.

A direct hit to his jaw.

His head snapped to the side.

Then—

He turned back, completely unfazed.

Freya's eyes narrowed. "Tch. Great."

Before she could react—

BOOM.

His palm slammed into her stomach.

The force—insane.

She blasted backward like a bullet, slamming through boulders, tearing through the battlefield.

CRASH!

She skidded to a stop, coughing up blood. Her ribs? Definitely cracked.

The Monarch sighed. "That it?"

His foot lifted—

Then—

BANG!

A golden blur crashed into him from the side.

Raphael.

His fist, glowing with raw energy, dug into the Monarch's ribs, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

But—

The Monarch didn't budge.

Instead—

He grinned.

BOOM!

His aura exploded. A shockwave erased the ground around him.

Raphael barely had time to react before—

WHAM!

A knee to the gut.

His body bent. Air shot from his lungs.

BAM!

An elbow crashed into his back, slamming him into the dirt.

Raphael coughed, dust clouding around him.

The Monarch stepped back, rolling his shoulders. "Disappointing."

Then—

A burning light.

Freya's flames shot toward him like a tidal wave, swallowing the entire battlefield.

The heat—unreal. The sky itself seemed to melt.

But—

The flames parted.

The Monarch stepped forward, completely unharmed. His black eyes gleamed with something close to amusement.

Then, faster than either of them could react—

He was gone.

WHOOSH.

Freya barely turned before—

BOOM!

A fist slammed into her side.

Her world flipped.

The sky—gone. The ground—gone.

All she knew was pain.

She crashed into the ruins, her body bouncing off the rubble before slamming into a wall.

Raphael grit his teeth. His vision swam. He forced himself to move, but—

SHOOM.

The Monarch was already there.

A foot on his back.

Pinned.

Raphael struggled, but it was useless.

The Monarch leaned down. "Any last words?"

Raphael spat blood, glaring up. "Yeah," he coughed. "One With The Universe."