Creation Of All Things

"Oh? You must be the newest addition to the collection."

Krozak stiffened, his sharp eyes darting around, searching for the source of the voice. The space around him was vast yet eerily silent, a void stretching endlessly in all directions.

"Hey, kid. Behind you."

Krozak spun around instantly, his instincts flaring. His gaze landed on a man lounging casually against a sleek, black throne. He had jet-black hair, crimson eyes that gleamed like freshly spilled blood, and a smirk that sent a chill straight down Krozak's spine.

The man leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Abyssborn Ravager, huh? Damn rare to see one up close. Too bad this might just be the end of your species."

Krozak's fists clenched. "Where is this place?" he demanded, his voice edged with tension. "And what do you mean, 'end of my species'? There are still more of us out there!"

The vampire chuckled, pushing himself up and lazily strolling toward a sleek, floating chair. He dropped into it like he had all the time in the world.

"First off," he said, stretching his arms behind his head, "you're inside a dimension Adam created. A personal playground where he tests his abilities, hones his strategies, and trains with his clones. Been here two days, and trust me, you don't wanna see half the stuff I've seen."

Krozak's eyes widened. A dimension he created? The sheer concept sent a shiver through him.

"And as for your second question…" The vampire's smirk widened. "Well, your race isn't exactly the forgiving type, are they? So tell me, what do you think is gonna happen when they come for him?"

He tilted his head and slowly dragged a thumb across his throat, making a sharp snapping sound.

Krozak swallowed hard.

The message was clear.

They weren't coming to kill Adam.

They were coming to die.

Krozak's mind raced. His people were powerful—warriors, conquerors—but this… this was different. He had felt Adam's strength firsthand. He had died to it. And now, he was standing here, in a dimension created by the very man who erased him from existence.

His fists tightened as he glared at the vampire. "You talk like he's invincible."

Wraith chuckled, resting his cheek against his fist. "Kid, you don't get it, do you?" His red eyes gleamed with amusement. "Adam isn't just strong. He's untouchable."

Krozak's jaw clenched. "Everyone has a weakness."

At that, Wraith burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the endless void. "Pfft—! Oh man, that's rich. You think Adam plays by the same rules as the rest of us?" He wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye before leaning forward, his smile turning razor-sharp.

"Listen, I don't know what delusions you're clinging to, but let me spell it out for you." He tapped his temple. "Adam isn't just powerful—he decides what power even means in the first place. The moment your people set their sights on him, they're already dead. They just don't know it yet."

Krozak's breath hitched. His instincts screamed at him to deny it, to fight back, to do something. But deep down, a chilling realization began to settle in.

His people weren't going to war.

They were marching straight into oblivion.

Wraith watched the emotions flicker across Krozak's face and smirked. "Ahhh, there it is. That moment when it all sinks in. I've seen it before." He leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head. "And trust me, you're gonna see a whole lot more of it soon."

Krozak exhaled slowly, his body tense. "Tch... So what now?"

Wraith shrugged. "That's up to Adam. But if I were you, I'd start wrapping my head around the fact that your real life doesn't start until he says so."

A chilling silence settled between them.

And for the first time in his existence, Krozak felt small.

Wraith smirked, clapping Krozak on the shoulder. "Relax, kid. You should be honored. You're Adam's second general now. Who knows? Maybe one day, you'll reach his level too." He chuckled. "Though, by then… he'll probably be light-years ahead."

Krozak's brows furrowed at the title. "Second general?" His gaze sharpened. "Then who's the first?"

"You're looking at him."

Before Wraith could even respond, a familiar voice cut through the air. Krozak turned to see Adam—or maybe a clone—walking towards them.

"Wraith is my first," Adam confirmed, his expression unreadable. "And I'm about to put him to work." His gaze flicked to Wraith, a slow smile forming. "I want to see something… Between an Abyssborn and a vampire, which is stronger?"

The room tensed. The implication was clear.

Wraith's grin widened. "Finally—I get to stretch my legs." He cracked his neck, anticipation burning in his crimson eyes. But then, his expression softened just slightly. "I have a request, my lord."

Adam raised an eyebrow.

"When I'm done wiping out the Abyssborn Ravagers, let me visit my home planet… Just for a bit. I want to see my kids." Wraith's voice lost its usual teasing edge. "Of course, I'll come back. Not like I can betray you even if I wanted to." His smirk returned. "And after seeing what you're capable of these past two days…? Yeah. I'd have to be insane to even try."

Adam studied him for a moment before sighing. "Flattery won't get you anywhere." He waved a hand dismissively. "But fine. Do as you like."

Wraith grinned. "Much appreciated, boss."

Adam then turned to Krozak. His gaze was sharp, expectant. "You. Come with me."

Krozak stiffened but followed as Adam turned away.

"I want to learn about the Abyssborn."

Krozak followed Adam without a word, his mind racing. The way Adam spoke—calm, absolute, like everything was already set in stone—sent a chill down his spine. This man… no, this being… just what is he?

They walked through the strange dimension, an ever-shifting space filled with floating landmasses, swirling energy streams, and towering structures that seemed to build themselves as they moved. It was like the universe itself was bending to Adam's will.

After a moment of silence, Adam spoke. "Tell me everything about the Abyssborn Ravagers."

Krozak hesitated. "Why do you want to know?"

Adam glanced at him, a knowing smirk on his face. "Because I like knowing the things I'm about to erase."

Krozak's fists clenched. "You think you can just wipe us out?" He gritted his teeth. "The Abyssborn Ravagers are a warrior race! We thrive on destruction, on battle! Even if you're strong, we'll keep coming!"

Adam stopped walking.

Krozak barely had time to react before an invisible force slammed into him, pinning him to the ground. It wasn't just pressure—it was like reality itself was holding him down, refusing to let him move.

Adam crouched beside him, his voice calm but laced with something terrifying. "I killed you once already, remember? I brought you back because I chose to. If I want, I can erase your entire race without lifting a finger." He leaned in, his golden eyes glowing faintly. "So tell me, Krozak. Do you really think your people stand a chance?"

Krozak's body trembled. It wasn't just fear—it was the horrifying realization that Adam wasn't bluffing.

"...No," he finally muttered.

Adam grinned. "Good answer."

With a flick of his fingers, the pressure vanished. Krozak gasped, pushing himself up, his pride in shambles.

Adam stood, stretching like he had just finished a warm-up. "Now, let's try this again. Tell me about the Abyssborn Ravagers. Their strengths, their weaknesses… and more importantly—" He turned, looking at Krozak over his shoulder.

"—How you want me to deal with them."