Creation Of All Things

A vast, endless expanse stretched out like a dream. Adam's personal dimension—shaped by his will—was a fusion of stars, ancient ruins, and floating landmasses bathed in twilight. Gravity shifted with his mood. Space bent with his movement.

In the center of it all stood Adam, shirtless, barefoot, and calm. His eyes glowed faintly with swirling cosmic light. Around him hovered three perfect replicas—his clones—each radiating a different shade of power. One cloaked in flame, another pulsing with raw energy, the third wreathed in shadows.

"Alright..." Adam muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Let's try again. This time... no breaking my sky."

From a distance, Nyros floated on a golden cloud, munching on fruit he conjured out of nowhere, still in the form of a six-year-old boy.

"I'm impressed you haven't destroyed the entire dimension yet," he giggled. "Progress!"

Krozak stood beside Wraith on a hovering stone platform, arms crossed, both watching in silence.

"He's getting better," Wraith said, his sharp eyes following Adam's movements. "Still rough… but better."

With a silent breath, Adam vanished.

BOOM!

He reappeared mid-air, slamming a punch into one clone, causing it to dissolve into stardust. The moment his fist hit, the sky above cracked, but only slightly.

Adam winced. "Still too much…"

The shadow-clone launched itself at him, a blade made of spatial energy cutting toward his neck. He ducked, twisted mid-air, and caught the blade with two fingers.

"Nice try."

He spun and kicked the clone into the ground, the impact sending a wave through the land—but the floating island held.

Wraith raised a brow. "He's suppressing it. Barely."

Krozak nodded slowly. "He's learning to flow with the power instead of forcing it."

Nyros grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Of course. He's mine now. He's gotta be a little special."

Back in the sky, Adam formed another clone—this one radiating void energy. They clashed in a blur, punches echoing like thunder, energy cracking the fabric of reality but this time... mending itself right after.

"Control the intent," Adam muttered. "Not the power. The intent behind the strike…"

The clone vanished again.

Adam floated alone, arms spread wide as he drew in the power around him.

The stars in his dimension shimmered.

His aura didn't explode this time—it rippled. Like a calm ocean.

Wraith gave a rare smile. "Now that… looks like control."

Nyros took a bite of his fruit and nodded. "We're getting there."

Adam slowly opened his eyes, the glow fading.

"One more round," he said, smirking. "I'm just getting started."

With a flick of his hand, ten new clones appeared—each stronger than the last.

The training continued.

The sky trembled… but didn't break.

Adam landed softly on the floating ground, the impact barely causing a ripple this time. His breathing was steady, controlled—even though he'd just gone ten rounds with power that could level galaxies.

The ten clones circled him like predators, each one a reflection of his different aspects—Destruction, Creation, Void, Time, Flame, Ice, Gravity, Light, Shadow, and Chaos.

They attacked all at once.

BOOM!

The dimension shuddered as fist met fist, bursts of color painting the sky like a living aurora. Each strike was precise now, guided by instinct and discipline. Adam weaved between attacks, deflecting, countering, redirecting his clones' overwhelming power with subtle shifts in movement.

On a nearby floating peak, Wraith's cloak fluttered in the wind, his arms still crossed.

"He's no longer relying on raw power alone," Wraith murmured. "He's starting to fight like a true monarch."

Krozak nodded, barely blinking as he watched. "He's adapting. Learning to feel the energy instead of forcing it."

Nyros floated beside them, laying on his back mid-air with his hands behind his head. "Mmh. Took him long enough," he said, a lollipop suddenly appearing in his mouth. "But this is just basic. He still hasn't touched the real stuff."

Below, Adam dashed between two clones—one cloaked in chaos, the other burning with sunfire. He dropped low, swept the Chaos clone off its feet with a sharp leg swipe, then vanished and reappeared above the Flame clone with a reverse axe-kick that shattered it like glass.

"Six down," he muttered.

The remaining four clones stood back-to-back, shifting into new forms—combining elements. Ice and Gravity. Light and Void. Shadow and Flame. Time and Creation.

Adam floated before them, letting his aura rise just a bit. The air around him rippled like heat.

Nyros sat up. "Uh-oh. He's going to try that move again."

Wraith frowned. "He's not ready."

Krozak narrowed his eyes. "He might surprise us."

Adam closed his eyes.

And then everything stopped.

Time froze.

Colors inverted.

Gravity lost meaning.

The clones didn't move. The stars paused. The dimension held its breath.

Then… crack.

Adam took one step.

Reality shattered like a mirror behind him.

A blink.

The clones were gone.

All four… erased.

He exhaled slowly, body glowing faintly as he hovered above the ground. "Too much," he whispered, swaying slightly. "Still need to reduce the backlash…"

Behind him, space slowly stitched itself back together.

Nyros floated over, clapping softly with the lollipop still in his mouth. "Bravo! You broke the laws of physics less than last time. That's progress!"

Adam smirked, even as sweat beaded his forehead. "Still feel like I'm holding back. It's like there's more… locked deep inside."

Nyros stepped forward, his voice low. "There is. You're just scratching the surface."

Wraith gave a slow nod. "At this rate, you'll be ready before the rest of the universe even realizes what's coming."

Adam looked out at the horizon of his dimension—calm, stable, quiet.

"I don't need them to realize it," he said. "I just need them to feel it."

He clenched his fist, and the stars pulsed with him.

This was only the beginning.

Adam stood still, catching his breath as the aftermath of his sparring faded into silence. His chest rose and fell slowly, his eyes locked onto Wraith who had been watching him the whole time.

"You said I'm fighting like a Monarch," Adam muttered, wiping his hand across his face, "but I'm not one. Not yet."

Wraith raised a brow, saying nothing.

Adam's gaze dropped to his hands, clenching them briefly. "Not until I step into the universe and it acknowledges me... until it feels me." He turned away, his voice steady now. "I've been training like I had all the time in the world. But I don't. I need to speed this up. I can't stay locked away in here forever."

He started walking, his footsteps soft against the floating stone platform. But something was different.

His aura… it was gone.

No more tremors. No more ripples through space. The light around him stopped bending. The very dimension he created didn't react to his presence anymore.

He looked... completely normal.

Just a man walking.

Wraith narrowed his eyes. Krozak tilted his head slightly. Even Nyros sat up straight.

Then Adam stopped.

He turned slowly to face them, a small, confident smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes shone—not with power, but with calm understanding.

"I guess I'm ready now."