Creation Of All Things-Chapter 77: Awakening 2

BOOM!

Wraith shot forward, a blur of speed and claws.

Adam didn't move.

Not until the very last second.

Then—WHOOSH!

He tilted his head slightly, and Wraith's claws barely grazed his cheek.

A near miss.

Wraith's eyes widened—

BANG!

Adam's fist buried itself into his gut.

The impact rippled through Wraith's body—his entire frame bending inward for a split second before—

BOOOOOM!

He was sent flying backward.

Like a bullet.

Through stone.

Through steel.

Through the air itself.

CRASH!

He slammed into the ground, skidding through the shattered arena, carving trenches deep enough to bury buildings.

Dust and debris erupted into the sky.

Silence.

Then—

WHOOSH!

Adam appeared above the crater, looking down.

Still unimpressed.

His golden aura crackled around him, bending the light, making the air shimmer like a mirage.

He sighed. "That it?"

Then—

A growl.

From the dust, Wraith rose.

His hair was disheveled, his body cracked and bruised, but his eyes—

They burned even brighter.

He wiped the blood from his lips. Then he grinned.

"Okay…" He rolled his shoulders, his bones snapping into place. "You hit harder than I expected."

Then—

His aura exploded.

Dark. Twisting. Unstable.

The ground beneath him fractured, sinking under the weight of his energy.

The air around him distorted, as if reality itself was rejecting him.

And then—

He changed.

His muscles stretched.

His limbs elongated.

His fangs sharpened into daggers.

His claws—now longer, darker—dripped with something… something that burned the air like acid.

His wings erupted from his back, black as the void, stretching wide enough to cover the battlefield in shadow.

The entire arena dimmed.

Even the light struggled to exist around him.

Wraith took a slow breath.

Then—he laughed.

Low. Rough. Hungry.

"You should feel honored," he murmured, his voice distorted, layered— as if multiple voices spoke at once.

"This… is my true form."

Adam watched.

Expressionless.

Then—he sighed.

"Man…"

He cracked his neck.

"I was hoping for something cooler."

BOOM!

Wraith vanished.

A flicker of movement—

Then—

BANG!

A fist to Adam's side—

But Adam was gone.

A blur.

A flash of gold.

And suddenly—

BAM!

Adam's elbow slammed into Wraith's spine.

A sickening crack echoed.

Wraith's body arched unnaturally—before—

BOOOOOOM!

He was sent crashing face-first into the ground.

WHOOSH!

Adam was already above him.

His foot raised.

Then—

BOOM!

He stomped down.

The earth shattered.

A shockwave erupted, flattening everything in a mile-wide radius.

Dust. Smoke. Silence.

Then—

From the rubble—

Laughter.

"Hah… hah…"

Wraith.

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Still standing.

His body trembling.

But his grin?

Wider than ever.

His eyes—wild, bloodshot—hungry.

"Now this…" His voice was hoarse. "This is fun."

Then—

His power surged again.

Dark. Chaotic. Unfathomable.

Adam's eyes narrowed.

And for the first time—

He smiled.

"Alright," he muttered.

His aura flared.

The air crackled.

The ground split.

The heavens themselves trembled.

Then—

He vanished.

And the real fight began.

WHOOSH!

Adam vanished.

A flash of gold.

A streak of light.

Then—

BOOM!

His knee buried itself into Wraith's ribs.

The air rippled.

The bones in Wraith's body cracked like glass.

But before the pain could even register—

BANG!

A fist to the jaw.

CRACK!

A kick to the temple.

BOOOOOM!

Wraith's body launched backward—again—tumbling through the air like a broken doll.

But Adam wasn't done.

Not even close.

WHOOSH!

He appeared above Wraith—waiting.

Then—

BAM!

A double-fist hammered down onto Wraith's chest.

BOOOOOOM!

The impact sent him rocketing straight into the earth.

CRAAAAASH!

A crater erupted beneath him, swallowing half the battlefield.

Silence.

Dust.

And then—

Laughter.

A low, shaky chuckle.

"Heh… ha… hah…"

From the wreckage, Wraith rose.

His body torn.

His limbs barely holding together.

His wings? Tattered.

But his eyes—

His burning, bloodshot eyes—

Still mad. Still feral.

Still hungry.

He spat out blood.

Then he grinned, his fangs gleaming.

"That all you got?"

Adam sighed.

He rolled his shoulders, flexed his fingers.

Then—he moved.

BOOM!

Before Wraith could blink—

Adam was right there.

A hand wrapped around his throat.

A grip tight. Unbreakable.

Wraith's eyes widened.

"Wh—"

Then—

BANG!

Adam slammed him into the ground.

BOOOOM!

Again.

BOOOOM!

And again.

BOOOOOOOM!

Each impact sent shockwaves tearing through the battlefield, cracking the land like glass.

The entire arena sank.

The sky shook.

Until finally—

Adam stopped.

He stood over Wraith's broken form.

Wraith coughed—blood leaking from his mouth. His body shaking.

But even then—

Even now—

He tried to move.

Adam sighed.

"You just don't know when to quit, huh?"

Then—

He raised his hand.

His golden aura surged—

Brighter. Hotter.

A force that made the heavens tremble.

Then—

He brought it down.

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

The entire battlefield erupted.

A flash of light.

A pillar of destruction.

The shockwave devoured everything.

And when the dust finally cleared—

Wraith was gone.

Completely.

Only a scorched crater remained.

Silence.

The wind howled.

Then—

Adam dusted off his hands.

"Hmph."

His golden aura dimmed.

His eyes cooled.

He turned—

And walked away.

Behind him—

Nothing but ruins.

Tatia watched as Adam's golden aura faded, the air around him finally settling.

Her eyes gleamed. "He did it."

She took a deep breath, her voice almost a whisper. "He's finally broken past his tier… he's awakened."

Silence hung in the air.

Selene stared at the spot where Wraith once stood—now nothing but a scorched crater.

Her fists clenched.

Her chest felt tight.

Her brother.

She didn't say a word. Didn't look at anyone.

She just turned—and walked out of the arena.

Freya saw.

She hesitated.

But before she could decide—

A nudge.

Raphael.

"Go," he murmured.

Freya nodded, then hurried after Selene.

Raphael sighed, running a hand through his hair before turning to the others.

Adam's younger siblings were still staring at the battlefield, wide-eyed, breathless.

This was the first time they'd seen him fight.

The first time they'd seen what he could really do.

And it was awesome.

Raphael chuckled. "Alright, that's enough gawking. Let's go."

But the kids weren't listening.

They were still staring at Adam.

Still awestruck.

One day, they thought.

One day, they'd be just like him.