Creation Of All Things-Chapter 206: A Fight To Behold

The realm had no sky. No ground. Just a vast abyss of still-burning stars that bled backwards into themselves, looping like broken clocks caught in an endless gasp. Time here wasn't still. It was unsettled. It shivered.

The Spiral stood at the edge of it all, an aura of madness bleeding into the fabric of the void. Not with rage this time. But anticipation. Its form fluctuated in rhythm with the whispers in the dark, as if it were listening to a choir that hadn't started singing yet.

Beside it, the Architect of Ruin.

Tall. Still. Dressed in black robes that clung to his body like mourning silk. His face was concealed behind a cracked porcelain mask, and his arms were folded calmly behind him, as if standing at a funeral he had hosted.

And floating between them, suspended in a sphere of folded starlight and shadow, was Aurora.

Her body was locked in place. Not unconscious—aware. Watching. Breathing. But frozen. Her eyes burned with quiet fury, even through the shimmering barrier that held her like a statue of resistance.

"She doesn't scream," the Spiral mused. "Most of them do."

The Architect didn't look at her. His eyes remained on the rift ahead—a crackling wound of gold and black, pulsing with raw potential.

"She's not most," he replied simply.

A long silence stretched.

Then, the Architect spoke again. Voice distant.

"You know, there was a time when Zayriel and I walked together. Before this. Before the titles. Before the wars. He wasn't always the saint they paint him as."

The Spiral twisted slightly, curious. "You speak as though he was your brother." freёweɓnovel.com

"He was something close," the Architect said. "We were forged in the same collapse. Same flames. But he chose light. I chose truth."

He turned to face Aurora now. "And the truth is… ideals fade. Power remains."

The Spiral chuckled. "Is that why you betrayed him?"

The Architect shook his head. "No. I betrayed the lie he became."

More silence.

"He will come," the Spiral said, almost giddy.

"Yes."

"And so will the other one."

The Architect's voice darkened. "Adam."

Even he said the name like it was unfamiliar. Like it didn't belong.

"He's not from here," he added. "Not from anywhere. A construct of chaos wearing human skin."

The Spiral tilted its head, twisting through the air slowly. "Can we kill him?"

The Architect didn't answer immediately.

"We can try."

The rift before them pulsed again. Larger now. Wider. Something stirred within it. The air tightened.

The Spiral turned toward the sphere.

"Maybe we should break her first. Leave a trail of pieces. Let them pick up what's left."

Aurora's eyes flared with light.

Cracks hissed across the barrier, faint. Fleeting.

The Architect raised a brow. "Careful."

The Spiral pulled back, amused. "She's holding more than she shows."

The Architect looked at the rift again. "They're almost here. I can feel it. The weight of intention. Zayriel carries it like a blade. Adam carries it like a bomb."

The Spiral leaned close to him. "And when they arrive?"

"We finish this."

Elsewhere – At the Edge of the Rift

Adam stood still, cloak fluttering. Beside him, Joshua—Zayriel—silent and sharp-eyed.

Before them: the open mouth of the void.

Adam exhaled slowly. "She's inside."

Joshua nodded. "Yeah. I feel her."

"Ready to end this?"

Joshua pulled the blade from his back—not forged, but summoned from memory and will.

"Let's go bring her home."

Together, they stepped into the rift.

And the void cracked like thunder.

Back To Aurora

The Spiral and the Architect were busy talking about what to do when Aurora's voice rang out.

Aurora's eyes narrowed slightly. "You speak like you've already won."

The Architect turned his head toward her. "You are here, aren't you?"

Aurora shifted just a little. Just enough.

"You didn't bring me here," she said. "I let you think you did."

The Spiral hissed in amusement.

"Pride is delicious."

"No," she replied calmly. "Precision is."

The orb pulsed slightly—just once. A ripple of her own mana pressed back against its woven layers. Not to escape.

But to measure.

The Architect stepped back, unimpressed. "Your resistance is… expected. But irrelevant. The boy—Kaiden—will spiral when he learns you are gone. Alice will falter. And Joshua…"

He looked at the edge of the platform, where space trembled.

"…He will come."

A pause.

Then, Aurora smiled.

"That's the point."

And in that instant—

It began.

The sphere cracked.

The Spiral recoiled, dozens of voices overlapping. "No…"

Another fracture. A second. A third.

Aurora didn't move. She didn't shout. She simply exhaled.

"Three layers. One breath."

A white flash of compressed energy exploded outward from her chest. A shockwave that wasn't fire or light—but intent. Raw, weaponized will.

The orb shattered.

Glass-like shards of binding spells scattered across the platform, dissolving mid-air.

Aurora landed softly, knees bent, eyes glowing faintly.

The Spiral writhed. "Impossible!"

"You built this prison for someone afraid," she said. "You forgot who I was."

The Architect took a step forward, but Aurora had already moved.

She was behind the Spiral before it turned.

Her blade—formed from concentrated light and silence—pierced straight through its flickering core.

"You forgot the ghost," she whispered.

The Spiral screamed. Not in pain. But in offense. Reality convulsed. The realm around them cracked like shattered glass. Distorted fragments of other timelines blinked in and out of view—places where Joshua never returned, where Adam never awoke, where Krayon Sol burned under black suns.

The Architect raised his hand. "ENOUGH."

A shockwave erupted from him, splitting the platform and flinging Aurora back. She landed hard—but caught herself mid-slide, one hand dragging across the ground to stop.

He stared at her.

But his voice was no longer patient.

"I should've ended you the moment you arrived."

Aurora stood again.

"I should've let you think you could."

The Spiral reformed—barely. Its shape was looser now. Less defined. But it remained hovering behind the Architect, silent.

Aurora tapped her ear crystal.

"They know."

The Architect's eyes flickered.

"Who?"

And then—

BOOM.

A crack split open the edge of the realm.

Through it—two figures.

Adam, stepping through like a god dragging war behind him. And Joshua, quiet-eyed, glowing with steady fire.

Aurora stepped back, standing between them.

The trio now faced the Spiral and the Architect like the past, present, and future had finally stood together again.

Adam glanced at her, his voice low.

"Told you not to get kidnapped."

Aurora smiled. "Told you I'd break out."

Joshua exhaled. "Is this it?"

Aurora nodded. "The start of it."

The Spiral backed away, twitching.

The Architect's voice was cold.

"So be it."

And space itself shattered.

The true war began.