Creation Of All Things

The smile from the being on the screen sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Then it raised its hand.

The sky around Gate 1—Tokyo—ripped open, thunder crackling without clouds. Black flames fell like rain, melting through buildings like butter. Panic hit the room like a slap. The Tokyo feed turned into a mess of static and screams.

Then Rio—an explosion tore through the heart of the city as the insectoid floated above, releasing a high-pitched screech that cracked windows miles away. People were running, cars flipping from invisible force waves.

Tatia's heart dropped.

"This is not a message," she said, voice cold, low. "It's war."

Chaos broke loose in the command center.

World leaders shouting, military personnel scrambling, some calling home. The scientists had already backed away from the table, pale as ghosts.

Tatia stepped forward, activated the emergency override.

"All superhuman units—worldwide full deployment. Target anything that came out of those gates. Prioritize evacuation. DO NOT engage unless necessary. I repeat—DO NOT ENGAGE unless necessary."

Too late.

Gate 9—Lagos—burst open, and a beast with obsidian skin and six arms crashed into the streets, swiping entire buses aside like toys. Superhumans stationed nearby rushed in, but the creature was too fast—its body phasing in and out like it was half in another world.

The news stations were already calling it: "The Day the Sky Bled."

Cut to: a teenage hero in New York getting blasted through three buildings.

Cut to: a dragon-shaped entity soaring out of the gate in Moscow, letting out a roar that turned into a shockwave.

Cut to: a woman in a black cloak floating above Paris, her hands glowing with twisted magic as people below dropped to their knees screaming in pain.

Back in the war room, Tatia's eyes glowed again. Her voice dropped to a whisper, but everyone heard her:

"I guess it's time we go out into the world," she said quietly, eyes narrowing as the sky cracked open again in the distance.

She turned to Sarah. "Call all the family heads. Get my daughter. Everyone you can reach. And try contacting Alfred with that weird device he left behind."

Sarah didn't waste a second. "On it," she said, already moving.

Tatia stood still for a moment, the wind pulling at her coat, her fingers twitching like they were itching for war.

Then—with a single step—she shot into the sky.

The clouds split as she passed through them, light bending around her. A sonic boom echoed across the city.

Down below, invaders marched through the streets, tearing apart everything in their path.

But then—

A streak of golden energy crashed into the battlefield like a comet.

"You are an interesting figure."

Galveston Estate

The air was thick. Tense.

Boots pounded against the stone path as the new head of the family sprinted past guards and maids, ignoring their bows. His coat flew behind him as he turned sharply into the quiet forested area behind the estate—the place no one dared enter without permission.

He stopped in front of a small shrine-like house hidden between tall trees. He took a breath and knocked twice on the wooden door.

It slid open before he could say a word.

Inside, two figures sat at a low table in silence. One of them slowly raised his head.

"They've come," the family head said quickly, voice low and urgent. "The portals opened. It's an invasion. Earth's under attack."

The old man didn't flinch. He simply reached for the cup in front of him, took a slow sip, and set it back down.

The silence stretched.

Then, he stood.

Outside, the birds scattered from the trees as a sudden wave of pressure rolled out from the shrine—calm but heavy, like the world itself just acknowledged something had awakened.

The old man looked out the window, gaze distant.

"So it begins…"

Beside him, Jane rose quietly.

The family head swallowed. "Do we—do we call the others?"

Baldur gave a slow nod.

"Gather them. Every Galveston. From every continent. Tell them…" he paused, then turned with a rare glint in his eyes, "...the old lion hasn't died yet."

The wind howled across the estate as alarms began to echo in the distance.

And so… the world changed.

Live broadcasts from every corner of the globe showed the truth—this world was never normal. Presidents, prime ministers, kings, queens, celebrities… one by one, they stepped forward, not with speeches, but with power. Raw, untamed power. Hidden for years, now unleashed to defend the Earth.

In Paris, a world leader burned through the skies like a comet.

In Japan, an idol summoned storms with her voice.

In Nigeria, a prince crushed tanks with his bare hands.

The whole world watched.

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Meanwhile…

A flash of light—Adam appeared on a rooftop somewhere in Lagos, hands in his pockets, wind brushing past him as he looked up at a holographic screen floating in front of him.

He blinked.

"…Grandma?"

There she was, right on the battlefield. Elegant as ever, her white hair flowing, a soft blue glow pulsing from her eyes. She raised her hand—and a sea of invaders froze midair, like puppets with cut strings.

Adam squinted. "So that's what her ability is.."

The screen shifted.

Now it was Selene, shadows curling around her like snakes, her eyes dark and calm. But this time, there was something new—necromancy. Dark skeletal hands burst from the ground, pulling enemies under. Her presence was colder. Deadlier.

Beside her, stood Alexandria—taller, sharper, energy swirling around her fists, her blade glowing with runes.

And just behind—

"Tch, that brat… Mark." Adam smirked.

Mark launched forward with wild speed, arms covered in shifting tech and shadow, yelling something dramatic as usual.

Adam folded his arms and leaned on the edge of the rooftop, watching them hold their own like pros.

"Guess I don't need to jump in yet…" he muttered.

Above him, the sky rumbled again, but Adam just stayed there, watching, waiting…

A small smile crept across his face.

"Let's see how long they last."