Creation Of All Things-Chapter 9: The Awakening 2: Fire And Ice

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarms echoed through the cortex, filling the room with urgency.

"What do we have?" Sarah asked, moving quickly between monitors, her fingers flying across the keyboards as she tried to pinpoint the source of the energy spike.

On the large screen in front of her, a map flickered to life, zooming in and scanning rapidly for the location.

"Looks like a new awakener, Miss Sarah," Charles, a young man seated at one of the consoles, replied while typing furiously.

Sarah's eyes narrowed. "What makes you say that?"

"The energy spikes are different," Charles explained, his tone steady but serious. "The first one was way stronger. That one felt like the awakening of a god. This one, while powerful, doesn't even come close."

Sarah frowned. Charles was the best sensory superhuman they had—if he said there was a difference, she believed him.

"So that means the first awakener is still out there," she muttered. "And the president made it clear—they're the top priority."

She took a deep breath, glancing around the cortex. The place had been upgraded recently, filled with the best tech available. They needed it now more than ever.

"You focus on tracking this new awakener, Charles," she said firmly. "I'll take over the search for the first one."

Charles nodded but suddenly frowned at the screen. "Actually... we've already located the second awakener. But there's something else—looks like a third one is about to awaken."

He pointed at the map, where a glowing red aura was concentrated in one area. Just beside it, a faint but growing icy-blue aura flickered to life, indicating another human stepping into the supernatural world.

Sarah's stomach tightened. Three X-rank awakeners in just two days? That wasn't just unusual—it was dangerous.

"Send the coordinates to the scout teams immediately," she ordered. "Now that we've found the second and third awakeners, resume the search for the first. I need to speak with the president about this."

Charles nodded and got back to work while Sarah turned and rushed out of the cortex, heading straight for the presidential residence.

Outside the Factory

Adam stood before the massive, rundown factory, his fists clenched tight. "They should be here," he muttered, his voice tense.

That energy wave came from this area, which meant only one thing—his siblings were in more danger than he had thought.

His teeth gnashed together as his eyes burned red with fury and fear. Without another thought, he vanished in a blur, racing toward the factory.

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Inside the Factory

Garrick let out a low whistle, watching Alfred with something close to admiration. "Clever kid."

It was almost a shame. If things were different, the boy might've had a real future. But orders were orders.

Garrick sighed. "I'm sorry, kid, but you have to die."

In an instant, he moved—his speed far beyond anything Alfred could match. The moment he got close, though—he stopped. Not because he wanted to.

Because he couldn't move.

A chilling numbness crept over him, and when he looked down, his eyes went wide. From the waist down, he was completely frozen in solid ice.

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"What...? How...?"

Alfred had flinched, expecting to take a hit, but when nothing came, he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked in surprise.

Garrick wasn't moving. He was trapped.

Mark and his lackeys stared in horror. If even Garrick was caught like this, then...

The air suddenly shifted again. The burning heat that had been suffocating moments ago was now fading. In its place came an eerie, biting cold.

And then—

"Oi."

The voice rang out, firm and sharp, cutting through the silence.

"Get the hell away from my little brother."

Everyone turned toward the source.

And there she was.

Aria stood tall, her body illuminated by a soft, glacial glow. The injuries from before—the ones that should've killed her—were gone. Her wounds had completely vanished, as if they had never existed.

Her appearance had changed too. Her once dark hair was now pure white, cascading down her back, strands flickering like frost in the air. Her eyes—once warm and familiar—now gleamed an icy blue, cold and piercing like the heart of a blizzard.

She stood like a goddess of winter itself, frost swirling at her feet, snowflakes dancing around her like embers in reverse.

Alfred's breath hitched.

She... She's alive?

A mix of emotions hit him all at once—shock, relief, and something close to awe. But then she called him her little brother—and he frowned.

"Since when am I—" He stopped himself, shaking his head. That wasn't important right now.

Instead, he looked at Garrick, still frozen in place, and smirked. Flames gathered around his fist, crackling as they condensed into a searing, molten glow.

"Looks like your luck just ran out, old man."

With a swift, explosive motion, Alfred swung—his flaming fist smashing into Garrick's face. The force sent him flying across the factory, crashing into the far wall with a deafening BOOM.

Garrick slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Silence filled the room. Mark and his lackeys stood frozen in fear.

Alfred exhaled, shaking out his hand before turning to his sister, still processing everything.

"Alright... that was kinda cool."

"Kinda cool can wait. What do we do with that guy and his lackeys?" Aria asked, pointing at Mark, who was visibly shaking in fear.

Alfred cracked his knuckles, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. "I say we beat him to a pulp."

Aria tilted her head, eyes glinting with amusement as she slowly walked toward Mark. "What's with the shaking? Aren't you supposed to be stronger than both of us combined? Or... are you just a scaredy cat?"

Mark stumbled back, panic flashing across his face. "D-Don't come any closer!" His voice wavered as he tried to keep his composure. "If you so much as touch a single hair on my head, the full forces of the Blackveil family will hunt you down and erase you from existence!"

A deep, masculine voice cut through the tense air.

"Then what about I break your bones?"

Everyone froze.

Mark's eyes darted toward the entrance just as Adam stepped through the door. His expression was a mix of relief and rage—relieved that his siblings were safe, furious that Mark had put them in danger in the first place.

His presence alone made the room feel smaller, his sharp gaze locking onto Mark like a predator eyeing its prey.

Mark swallowed hard.

"That... I can't allow."