Creation Of All Things

The whole world had become a warzone. Explosions, screams, and beams of power lit up the skies like fireworks. Buildings crumbled, sirens echoed, and portals continued to rip open across cities and countries.

One such portal opened above a ruined city square—what came through was a massive, black-scaled dragon, wings blotting out the sun, its roar cracking glass for miles.

And in front of it, standing calm as ever, was Baldur.

He adjusted his gloves slowly as his eyes tracked the beast.

"Jane," he said, his voice deep but calm, "evacuate everyone. Treat the wounded and clear the area."

Behind him, Jane nodded quickly, panic in her eyes.

"Are you sure? That thing's—"

"I said go."

And just like that, the air around him began to hum.

His once-frail-looking body began to shift—muscles tearing through his shirt, bones thickening, veins lighting up with dark sparks.

Black lightning crackled violently around him, dancing across his arms, shoulders, and chest like living energy.

"…Time to remind the world why they used to call me Blackbolt."

His lips curled into a grin.

The dragon roared again, spewing fire that swallowed half a block. Baldur didn't flinch.

He stepped forward, the ground cracking under his foot. A single bolt of black lightning shot from his shoulder and cut through the dragon's flames, splitting the fire in half.

The beast screeched and lunged down from the sky like a meteor.

Baldur didn't move.

He clenched his fist.

And vanished.

BOOM!

He reappeared mid-air, right above the dragon's head.

"Let's see if your skull's as tough as you act."

He slammed his lightning-charged fist down like a thunder god.

The impact sent a shockwave across the city, throwing rubble and cars like toys.

The dragon crashed into the earth with a thunderous roar, its massive body shaking the streets.

But it wasn't done.

It thrashed, swung its tail, and launched a barrage of ice shards from its mouth.

Baldur landed, sliding backwards with a smirk. His black lightning shield sparked as it absorbed the hits.

"Cute trick," he muttered, then cracked his knuckles.

He looked up at the beast, black lightning wrapping tighter around him.

"Let's dance."

The dragon roared again, flapping its enormous wings as it rose into the sky, dust and debris swirling beneath it. Its glowing blue eyes locked onto Baldur like a predator sizing up its prey.

Baldur stood still, eyes half-closed, black lightning crawling along his arms and shoulders, sparking off the tips of his fingers.

The moment the dragon dived again, jaws wide open, ready to swallow him whole—

Boom!

Baldur disappeared in a flicker of dark lightning and reappeared right beside the beast's neck mid-flight.

"Too slow."

He raised his hand and slammed his palm into the dragon's scales. A pulse of black energy erupted.

CRACK!

The dragon shrieked as scales shattered like glass under the blow, lightning frying nerves and muscle beneath. It lost balance and crashed through a skyscraper, taking half the building down with it.

Baldur landed on the edge of the ruined rooftop, eyes still on the writhing beast.

From below, Jane's voice came through the communicator.

"Civilians are cleared. Medics are on standby. You good up there?"

"I'm just getting started," Baldur replied.

The dragon, furious now, launched itself back into the sky. Its wings beat like hurricanes, and with a guttural scream, it summoned a storm—black clouds swirled above, lightning dancing across the sky.

It fired a blast of condensed magic—dark purple, swirling like a mini black hole—straight at Baldur.

Baldur's smirk returned.

"Trying to out-lightning me?" he muttered.

He lifted his arm and unleashed everything.

A beam of pure black lightning, thick as a train, exploded from his palm and collided with the dragon's magic head-on.

The two forces clashed mid-air, shaking the skies. Thunder boomed like a war cry. The ground below cracked under the pressure.

Then, Baldur shouted, veins bulging as he pushed harder—

BOOOOM!!!

His lightning overpowered the dragon's magic and swallowed it whole. The beam struck the dragon in the chest, sending it flying backwards through several buildings.

When the smoke cleared, the dragon was on its knees, scorched, breathing heavily, wings torn.

Baldur stepped off the roof and walked toward it, lightning still sparking across his skin.

"You came to the wrong planet," he said, raising both hands. "Now sleep."

With a final burst of lightning, he fired a blast point-blank into the beast's skull—

Bang!

The dragon collapsed, smoke rising from its mouth. Silence fell over the area.

Baldur exhaled slowly and muttered, "Next."

All around the world, similar battles were breaking out. But now, the world had seen Baldur the Blackbolt in action.

And they knew...

Earth wasn't going down without a fight.

The rooftop was quiet, the glow of countless battle screens lighting up the air around Adam. Explosions echoed faintly in the distance—earth had truly become a warzone.

Then it happened.

A soft ripple in the space behind him—barely noticeable, but enough to make him turn.

Out from the distortion walked a woman in sleek, high-tech battle armor. Silver plates shimmered with soft blue light, her visor retracting to reveal sharp eyes and platinum hair tied back neatly.

Adam didn't flinch. He smiled lightly.

"So... Victoria Silvermane. Nice to finally meet you."

She stopped a few steps away, crossing her arms.

"So you're Adam," she said, scanning him from head to toe. "Selene talks about you a lot. Gotta say, you look stronger than what I imagined."

She turned her head slightly to glance at one of the screens nearby, watching the chaos unfold.

"I want to ask something... and be honest. Did this invasion start because of you?" Her tone wasn't accusing—just straightforward. "Right after you returned, those gates opened. I'm not saying you're the villain, I just need to know if there's a link."

Adam let out a sigh and looked away for a moment, watching the sky where a jet trailed fire.

"No," he said calmly. "I had nothing to do with this. I just wanted to come back... maybe take some of you guys with me. But instead, I got dropped into this mess."

Victoria raised a brow. "Then why aren't you helping?"

Adam turned back to her, blinking. "Hold on... how'd you even know I was back?"

She gave a small smug grin.

"Let's just say... tech." Her visor flickered slightly, like it was teasing him too.

Adam stared at her for a second, then suddenly sighed and—

Shwoop.

He vanished in an instant.

The wind blew lightly past Victoria's armor, her visor reflecting the empty spot where he stood just seconds ago.

"Damn. That was kind of cool," she muttered, then tapped her wrist, pulling up a new screen.

"Selene, you didn't tell me he was that fast."