Creation Of All Things-Chapter 153: Echoes Of War

"Who is that?"

Aurora's voice was calm as she watched the strange girl floating behind Adam.

Adam grinned, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"You can see the future. Guess."

Aurora clicked her tongue softly and turned her gaze to Oracle again.

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"Tsk," she sighed. "You made your own version of me. But… I see she can only see the future."

Her voice was flat, like always, but there was a strange heaviness to it this time.

Adam blinked, then frowned slightly. He glanced at Oracle, then back at Aurora — and suddenly it hit him.

The resemblance.

No, their hair and eye colors were different.

But their faces, their expressions… even the way they held themselves… it was almost the same.

Adam scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"…Yeah… Now that you say it like that… it makes sense."

He chuckled awkwardly.

"I guess when I was creating her, I was thinking about your ability to see the future. So maybe… I accidentally copied a little more than I meant to."

Aurora stared at him for a long second, then sighed again and sat down on one of the marble steps behind her, her black hair spilling over her shoulder like silk.

"Creation…" she muttered, shaking her head. "You have one of the most absurd abilities I've ever seen. And that's coming from me."

She rested her chin in her palm, her purple eyes a little dimmer than usual.

"I called you here because I wanted your opinion. I've already seen how this fight ends — we win, obviously — but…"

She looked up at him.

"I want to hear it from someone I can't see."

Adam could feel the faint sadness in her tone.

He understood.

Maybe she felt replaced.

But he wasn't about to let her drown in that.

"You're the one who told me not to come running to you every time I needed a peek into the future," Adam said, flashing her a soft smile. "So I just… did what you said."

Aurora didn't answer right away.

She just looked at him, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Adam stepped forward and looked at the star map floating above them, the red lines of war moving closer to their world.

"Well, from the way you described the future," he said casually, "I'm guessing I'm not showing up anywhere in the actual battlefield?"

Aurora nodded once.

"Then that's that. I'm not getting involved. I'll stay on the sidelines."

He spoke so casually it was almost like he was talking about skipping a school event.

Aurora leaned back, a small, almost invisible smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Typical Adam.

Honestly…

He was too broken.

Even when he downplayed it, even when he acted like he was just some guy who didn't care…

Everyone knew.

If Adam really wanted to, the whole universe would already be kneeling.

If she had his creation ability, she would've ruled the stars a long time ago.

No question.

Aurora closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the cold wind brush against her skin.

"I'll handle the frontline," she said simply. "You just watch from your little throne, like you always do."

Adam chuckled.

"Sounds perfect."

Oracle floated closer, her soft glow bathing the hall in a gentle light. She didn't speak — she didn't need to. Her mere presence said enough.

The war was coming.

And their victory was already written.

But how they would get there — that was the real fun part.

Far above Virelia…

In the black sea of space, thousands of ships were gathering.

Monarchs from different galaxies, ancient beings with crowns forged from the bones of fallen worlds, lined up for a march they thought they could win.

Their banners flickered like dying flames.

Their fleets stretched into the endless dark.

And yet…

Somewhere deep inside, even they could feel it.

Something wasn't right.

Something was waiting for them.

Something they could not see — and could not defeat.

Back To Virelia

The heavy black doors swung open with a low rumble, and one by one, the Absolute Monarchs stepped into the war room.

Aurora stood by the massive table at the center, arms folded behind her back, her expression cold and calm.

Raphael sat at the head of the table without hesitation, a quiet authority around him.

No one questioned it — he was the true leader here. Always had been.

Freya, Alfred, Aria, Mael, and Joshua took their seats without a word, the air heavy with tension.

Aurora tapped the surface of the table once. A massive map of the universe spread out before them, stars blinking softly like dying embers.

She didn't waste time.

"Selene, Magnus, and Kaelor," Aurora said, her voice clear. "They're moving against us."

The room stayed silent. Everyone was already expecting it.

"They're gathering fleets, armies… trying to force an open war. They think if they hit us hard enough and fast enough, they can shake our foundation."

Aurora lifted a hand, and red marks appeared over three distant sectors.

"Selene will come from the Frost Verge. Magnus is moving from the Red Belt. Kaelor is bringing up forces from the Abyss Rift."

She looked up at Raphael, giving a small respectful nod.

He simply gestured for her to continue.

Aurora turned back to the others.

"The plan is simple," she said.

"Raphael and Freya will move against Selene.

Alfred and Aria will intercept Magnus.

Mael and Joshua will cut off Kaelor before he can even reach the front lines."

The map shifted again, showing arrows and predicted movements.

"We won't let them join forces. We isolate and crush them one by one."

Freya smirked slightly.

"Sounds like a simple beating."

"Simple," Aurora agreed, "but it needs to be fast. Selene and Kaelor are cautious, but Magnus is reckless. If he senses a weakness, he'll try to break through and cause chaos."

Joshua leaned back, tossing a small energy ball between his fingers.

"Good. I like reckless. Makes them easier to hit."

Alfred cracked his knuckles lazily.

"No mercy?"

Aurora's gaze sharpened.

"No mercy."

Raphael finally spoke, his voice deep and steady.

"Good."

That one word was enough.

Everyone in the room straightened slightly, the final confirmation locking everything into place.

Aurora gave a small nod, then stepped back.

Her part was done.

Now it was Raphael's war to lead.

He stood, looking over the gathered Monarchs.

"Move fast. Hit harder. No mistakes," Raphael said. His voice wasn't loud — it didn't need to be. It was the kind of voice that carved orders straight into your bones.

He turned to Aurora briefly.

"Stay here. Watch the battlefield."

Aurora bowed her head slightly.

"Just what I had in mind."

The table dimmed, and without another word, the Monarchs vanished one after another, warping into streams of light that tore across the room.

Aurora stayed behind, staring at the map, watching the enemy move closer and closer like ants crawling into a fire.

She closed her eyes for a moment.

Selene, Magnus, Kaelor… they had no idea what was about to hit them.