Creation Of All Things

Adam appeared just a few steps away from them, hands in his pockets, a relaxed smile on his face.

"Yo. Hello, gents," he greeted casually, his voice calm and smooth. His glowing Omega eyes scanned Wraith and Krozak. "Judging by the way you two look… I'm guessing I've been out for a while."

He walked over to a nearby rock and sat down carefully—slowly, gently—as if even the slightest pressure might reduce it to dust.

Wraith raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. "...Define a while."

Adam chuckled softly, one hand resting on his knee. "That long, huh?"

Wraith didn't smile. He just stared at Adam—the boy who once killed him, then brought him back. Who broke every rule and lived. And now? He was back. Stronger. Different. Still not a Monarch… and yet more terrifying than ever.

"You've been gone for centuries, Adam," Wraith said flatly. "In that time, your family tore through the universe. Your parents, your siblings—they all became Absolute Monarchs. And not just them… your three old friends too."

Adam blinked, lips parting slightly. "...Seriously?"

"If it weren't for the Origin Academy shielding the chaos," Wraith continued, "the universe might've cracked from all the noise they made."

Adam leaned back a bit, processing that.

"Damn. I really missed a lot."

Krozak, who had been silent the whole time, just stared at Adam with an intense look in his eyes. His lips moved slightly, like he wanted to speak—but hesitated.

Adam caught it immediately.

"...You've got something to say, Krozak?"

The air around them grew still.

Krozak stepped forward, slowly… then dropped to his knees.

His voice was low but steady. "It's about my race… They've been left alone all this while because you were unconscious. But now that you're awake… I don't know if you still plan to wipe them out."

He looked up at Adam, eyes firm. "If you still do, then I ask you this—please, spare them. In return, I'll serve you without hesitation, no conditions. Just command… and I'll obey."

The air grew heavy.

Adam tilted his head, eyes locked on Krozak. Then he smiled—a small, calm smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Krozak… who told you that you ever had the right to not serve me unconditionally?" he said, voice low and relaxed. "You were mine the moment you came back to life. And that hasn't changed."

Krozak didn't flinch.

"But," Adam continued, standing up from the rock with quiet grace, "I value family. I'm not heartless."

He walked forward slowly, stopping just in front of Krozak.

"So I'll let it go—for now. But if your race ever tries anything again… I won't erase them."

He leaned in slightly.

"I'll erase their entire concept of existence."

Krozak lowered his head. "Understood."

Wraith let out a low breath through his nose. "Same Adam. Still terrifying as ever."

Adam turned to him with a lazy smirk. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Just then, the air shimmered. A ripple of light cut through the dimension like a blade through water.

Adam's expression shifted.

"…Someone just tried to scan this place."

Wraith narrowed his eyes. "Impossible. This dimension is locked tighter than a divine vault."

Adam's smile slowly faded.

"Yeah. That's what makes it interesting."

He looked toward the ripple, the Omega symbol in his eyes pulsing faintly.

"Looks like the universe realized I'm back."

Then, almost like an afterthought, he said, "Let's go say hi."

And with that, the dimension itself began to tremble, reacting to his will.

Just as Adam was about to step forward, space itself cracked under his foot—faint ripples of power spreading like shockwaves through the fabric of reality.

Before he could move again, a gentle voice echoed out of thin air.

"I'd advise against that."

A swirl of light and energy gathered in front of him, forming a floating figure—a boy, around six years old, with glowing white hair and eyes like stars. Nyros.

"You may not be strong enough to destroy the universe just by existing… yet," Nyros said, floating lazily around Adam, "but right now, your powers are unstable. Every move you make leaks pressure into the world. And the universe doesn't take kindly to being poked like that."

He stopped in front of Adam, hovering at eye level. "So yeah… for the sake of the universe—and you—stay put. Learn to control it. Then step outside."

Adam's eyes narrowed slightly. "Nyros? How the hell are you even here? You're supposed to be locked inside the Font of Creation."

Nyros grinned, spinning upside down in the air. "That was true… before you happened."

Adam frowned. "…What?"

"I'm part of you now, dummy," Nyros giggled, booping Adam's forehead with a tiny finger. "So wherever you are, I can be too. Plane, realm, dimension… doesn't matter."

Adam sighed, running a hand through his long hair. "Great. So I've got a cosmic toddler haunting me now."

Nyros gave a smug smile. "Cosmic toddler with access to all your secrets, by the way."

Wraith raised a brow. "…I don't like that thing."

"Feeling's mutual, shadow man," Nyros replied cheerfully.

Adam shook his head. "Guess I'm really back."

He looked out into the distance—through the dimension walls, past the stars.

"And it's about to get loud out there."

Elsewhere

The grand hall shimmered with ethereal light—walls carved from translucent obsidian, shifting with veins of glowing silver. Strange flora floated in mid-air, blooming and fading in slow rhythm. At the end of the hall sat a tall figure on a throne made of living crystal.

He was no human.

The being had deep blue skin, smooth and glass-like, with cracks across his face that glowed softly like molten core. His eyes were endless pools of violet, swirling slowly as if galaxies spun inside them. Horns like polished obsidian curved back from his forehead, and his robes rippled like they were stitched from time itself.

The Monarch of Mirrors.

"Absolute Monarchs," he said, his voice layered with echoes. "Beings so rare that even those who claim their allegiance might live and die without laying eyes on them. And now, two stand in my hall."

He leaned forward, resting one clawed hand on his chin, a wry smile playing on his lips. "To what do I owe the pleasure… Aria of Eternal Ice… and Alfred, Flame Sovereign of the Southern Cosmos?"

Alfred smirked, hands in his coat pockets, a flicker of fire dancing behind his eyes. "We're building something."

Aria stepped forward, her presence calm but heavy like a coming blizzard. "A faction. Or rather… a force. One that doesn't answer to the old systems. We're recruiting."

The Monarch raised an icy brow. "And you want my family?"

"We want strength," Alfred said bluntly. "And yours has plenty of it. Especially your daughter… the one who shattered the Skyveil Titan alone."

The Monarch of Mirrors tilted his head slightly. "You mean Reila."

He tapped a finger on the armrest. For a moment, the hall went silent except for the soft hum of the air.

"And what makes you think she—or any of mine—would follow you?"

Aria's eyes gleamed with frost. "Because this isn't about following us. It's about standing with the one who's coming back."

The Monarch's smile vanished.

"You mean…"

"Yeah," Alfred said, flames licking at his fingertips. "Him."

The hall trembled ever so slightly.

"…I see," the Monarch said at last, sitting back with a thoughtful look. "Then perhaps it is time… Reila!"

A blur of light shot from the side of the chamber as a figure landed silently next to the throne.

She looked young—no older than twenty by appearance—but her aura was ancient. Her hair was silver with a faint blue sheen, her eyes glowing softly like twin moons. She wore battle gear trimmed in glass and froststeel, her expression unreadable.

"You called, father?"

"Meet the future," the Monarch said. "And possibly… its end."