Creation Of All Things-Chapter 57 : Wraith 2

The battlefield exploded with motion.

Raphael and the brute moved—no, vanished—only to reappear mid-air, fists colliding with the force of a meteor strike. A deafening BOOM tore through the sky, shockwaves rippling outward, flattening what little remained of the ground beneath them.

The brute snarled, muscles bulging as he swung again—his monstrous gauntlet leaving streaks of black lightning in its wake.

Raphael dodged. Barely.

A strand of his hair drifted loose from the sheer force.

Then—

BANG.

Raphael's elbow buried itself into the brute's ribs.

CRACK.

Something broke.

But the brute only grinned, grabbing Raphael by the arm—

And slamming him straight into the ground.

A crater formed on impact. The earth split apart, sending debris and shockwaves in every direction.

Selene and Thomas barely managed to leap back in time.

Freya, however—

She whistled. "That looked painful."

The dust settled.

Raphael lay in the pit—motionless.

The brute chuckled, rolling his shoulders. "Hah. That all you got, golden boy?"

Then—

A sound.

A low, dangerous exhale.

The brute froze.

Something was off.

The air grew heavy. Oppressive.

Freya's smirk faltered. "Wait…"

The dust shifted—

And Raphael stood up.

No scratches. No damage. Not even a speck of dirt on him.

His golden eyes flickered upward—locked onto the brute.

And then—

He disappeared.

BOOM.

Before the brute could react, a fist slammed into his stomach.

His entire body folded.

Eyes bulged.

The next second—

BANG.

The brute launched backward like a bullet—ripping through the battlefield, skipping across the ground like a stone over water before crashing through a mountain in the distance.

Silence.

Selene blinked. "Jesus."

Freya grinned. "Now that's more like it."

But Raphael—he didn't move.

He just stood there, hands in his pockets, gaze still locked in the brute's direction.

Then—

BOOM.

The mountain exploded.

The brute emerged.

Clothes torn. Blood dripping from his forehead.

And yet—

He was laughing.

"Finally," he growled, wiping his mouth. "A real fight."

The black energy around his gauntlet flared, twisting and writhing like a living thing.

The ground beneath him crumbled just from the pressure alone.

Then—

He charged.

And Raphael met him halfway.

No words. No hesitation.

Just fists.

They clashed again—shockwaves tearing through the battlefield, splitting the sky open.

Selene and Thomas ducked for cover.

Freya, on the other hand—

She crossed her arms, grinning. "Man, I love this man."

"Wait… where's Damien?" Thomas asked, eyes darting around.

Then—

They turned.

And froze.

Damien stood there—no, hung there—his own sword buried deep in his gut.

And behind him—

Wraith.

Smirking. One hand gripping Damien's weapon, the other casually resting in his head.

Selene's breath hitched.

Her mind went blank.

For a moment—just a second—everything around her stopped.

Then—

CRACK.

A pulse of darkness erupted from her.

The very shadows twisted—writhing like living things. The battlefield darkened, the air turning ice-cold.

Her vision blurred.

Nothing else mattered.

Just him.

Just Wraith.

Then—

She launched forward, black tendrils whipping around her like a storm.

WHOOSH.

Her dagger flashed—aimed straight for Wraith's throat.

But—

He vanished.

A blur.

Then—

BAM.

Pain.

Selene gasped as a fist slammed into her stomach—so fast, so brutal—she didn't even see it coming.

Her body folded.

Air ripped from her lungs.

Then—

BANG!

She crashed into the ground, dirt and stone exploding around her.

Thomas took a step forward. "Selene—!"

Freya held him back. "Don't."

Selene coughed, blood dripping down her lip. Her body screamed in pain, but she didn't care.

Her shadows twitched.

And she vanished.

SHOOM.

She reappeared behind Wraith—

Blade swinging.

CLANG!

Metal met metal—sparks flying—

But—

Her arms shook.

Wraith hadn't even turned around.

He stopped her attack with one hand.

Fingers barely gripping her dagger.

Mocking.

Smirking.

"Sloppy," he mused.

Then—

He twisted.

A knee—straight to her ribs.

CRACK!

Something snapped.

Selene choked on a scream.

Then—BOOM—she was airborne, again, her body slamming into a ruined wall.

Rubble crashed down around her.

She struggled to breathe.

Her vision blurred.

But—

She pushed herself up.

Slow. Staggering.

Wraith sighed, rolling his shoulders. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."

Selene spat blood, shadows writhing around her like a living beast.

Then—

She attacked again.

Faster.

More violent.

A storm of blades, tendrils, teleportation—

SHOOM.

CLANG.

WHOOSH.

She struck from every angle—her speed inhuman.

But Wraith—

He didn't move.

Didn't need to.

Every single attack—he blocked.

Dodged.

Effortless.

Like he wasn't even trying.

And then—

He got bored.

His fingers twitched—

And Selene's own shadow grabbed her ankle.

Her eyes widened.

YANK.

She hit the ground—hard.

Before she could even react—

BANG!

A boot—straight to her chest.

The impact sent her skidding across the battlefield, carving a trench in the dirt.

She stopped.

Didn't move.

Silence.

Wraith exhaled, dusting off his hands. "Tch. You're too emotional."

He turned his gaze toward Damien—still impaled.

Selene's breath hitched.

Her fingers twitched.

Shadows rippled.

But—

She couldn't move.

She lost.

And Wraith knew it.

He smiled.

Then—

He pulled the sword out.

And let Damien's body drop.

THUD.

Damien's body hit the ground.

Still.

Lifeless.

Selene's breath came sharp, ragged. She wanted to scream, but the sound caught in her throat.

Wraith just stood there, twirling Damien's blood-soaked sword between his fingers like it was some kind of toy.

Then—

He looked at her.

Mocking. Smirking.

"You're taking this pretty hard."

Selene twitched.

Shadows writhed around her, curling up like the tendrils of a beast about to lunge. Her fingers dug into the dirt, her whole body trembling—not with pain, but with something far worse.

Something that made the very air vibrate.

Wraith raised an eyebrow.

Then—

Selene snapped.

BOOM.

A wave of darkness erupted from her.

The battlefield warped—sky turning pitch-black, the ground cracking under an unseen weight. Shadows stretched unnaturally, consuming everything in their path.

Selene vanished.

WHOOSH.

Then—

SHING!

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A streak of black light—her dagger cutting straight for Wraith's neck.

But—

CLANG.

His blade met hers.

One-handed.

Casual.

Selene gritted her teeth—

Then disappeared again.

WHOOSH.

She reappeared behind him—

A dagger to his spine.

But Wraith—

He didn't turn.

Didn't even look.

His shadow moved instead—

A pitch-black limb burst from the ground, grabbing Selene's wrist mid-swing.

Her eyes widened.

Then—

CRACK.

It twisted.

Selene screamed, her arm bending the wrong way.

Then—

A boot—

BANG!

Right to her face.

Her body whipped through the air, flipping end over end before she slammed into the dirt, rolling like a ragdoll.

Dust choked the air.

Thomas took a step forward, panic in his eyes. "Selene—!"

Freya grabbed him, eyes locked on the battlefield.

"Shut up and watch."

The dust cleared.

Selene lay in a heap.

She should have stayed down.

But she didn't.

SHOOM.

Her own shadow dragged her up—like it refused to let her rest.

Her breaths were shallow.

Blood trickled from her mouth.

But she still glared at Wraith.

Still tried to stand.

Wraith exhaled. "Really?"

Then—

He was gone.

Selene's instincts screamed—

But too late.

BANG.

A fist to her stomach.

CRACK.

Her ribs shattered.

She gasped—

But another blow came—

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

Each hit sent her flying. Each one more brutal than the last.

Her vision blurred.

She felt herself lift into the air—

Then—

BOOM.

Wraith hammered her into the ground.

The earth split apart—a deep crater forming beneath her.

Silence.

Selene didn't move.

Didn't even breathe.

"Hey, face me."