Creation Of All Things-Chapter 56 : Wraith 1

Damien scowled, slicing through another creature as it tried to lunge past him. "Is he ever gonna stop messing around and actually fight?"

Selene drove her dagger into a monster's skull, shadow-stepping back to the portal as more swarmed in. "None of them are taking this seriously," she muttered, rubbing her forehead. "I can already feel the headache coming."

Thomas ducked under a claw, snapping its owner's neck in one fluid motion. "They're enjoying themselves."

"Oi! You two have kids to get back to, remember?!" Selene shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos.

Across the battlefield, Freya twirled her fingers, her icy flames crackling to life. "We know, we know—" she smirked, summoning a hailstorm of spears made of frozen fire, "—but let us have a little fun before going back to parental duty!"

She snapped her fingers—

And the spears exploded toward the monster, spiraling like comets.

The creature roared, its tendrils whipping up a storm of darkness to shield itself—

Too slow.

The moment its defenses went up—

Raphael appeared.

No sound. No warning.

Just—

Gone.

Then—

BOOM.

A shockwave ripped through the battlefield as he reappeared—fist already buried inside the creature's skull.

The force sent the monster flying—its massive body tearing through stone pillars like paper.

Raphael cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders. "Feels good to stretch a bit."

Freya sighed dramatically. "Oh sure, now you start fighting seriously."

The monster twitched, its body regenerating at a terrifying speed.

Then—

It shrieked.

A wave of tendrils burst from its back—each one splitting midair, multiplying, writhing like a swarm of snakes.

It lunged.

Straight for Freya.

She smirked.

A gust of wind blew past her—

Then—

FWOOSH.

The entire sky lit up in blue fire.

Her flames roared, spiraling into a tornado of icy pyres—spreading so fast the battlefield itself started freezing over.

The tendrils?

Incinerated midair.

The monster reeled back, shrieking in agony as the flames wrapped around its body, locking it in place.

Freya exhaled, stepping forward, heels clicking against the frozen ground. "See? This is why you should've stayed down."

The creature struggled, but the fire only burned hotter, ice creeping up its limbs, sealing it in an inescapable prison.

Then—

Raphael appeared beside her.

Hands in his pockets.

He glanced at the trapped monster. "You done?"

She grinned. "I guess."

Raphael sighed.

Then—

He disappeared.

The world cracked as he broke the sound barrier, moving faster than even the air could react—

And then—

BOOM.

His fist connected.

The monster didn't just explode.

It ceased to exist.

Shattered into frozen embers and dust.

Gone.

Just like that.

Freya let out a low whistle. "Nice one, babe."

Raphael stretched, nodding toward Selene, Thomas, and Damien. "Alright. You guys done babysitting the portal?"

Selene stabbed a final creature, flicking its blood off her dagger. "Just about."

Damien yawned. "Took you long enough."

Thomas dusted himself off, glancing at the battlefield. "So. Are we finally done here or—"

Then—

The ground rumbled.

Their eyes snapped to the portal.

The eerie glow pulsed.

Something else was coming.

Something big.

Freya groaned. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the battlefield.

"Impressive," a smooth voice drawled.

The group turned.

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A man stood near the portal, watching them with amused red eyes. His black hair swayed slightly in the cold wind, but his smirk never wavered.

"No one—not even our kind—has ever managed to land a killing blow on that beast," he mused, his gaze flicking briefly to Damien.

A flicker of recognition.

A smirk.

"You look familiar," he said, tilting his head. "Almost like looking into a mirror."

Then—he grinned, sharp and dangerous.

"I'm Wraith. The Blade of the Monarch of Destruction."

Before anyone could respond—

A deep, rumbling chuckle shook the air.

"Enough talk, Wraith," a rough, guttural voice growled.

They turned—

And saw him.

A towering brute of a man, muscles like iron, skin covered in jagged scars. A massive horn jutted from his forehead, and his right arm was encased in a monstrous gauntlet that pulsed with raw power.

His heavy steps cracked the frozen ground beneath him as he rolled his shoulders.

"Let's just smash these little worms already," he sneered. Then, his glowing eyes locked onto Raphael.

"Especially that one."

Silence.

Thick. Heavy.

Then—

BOOM.

The brute launched forward, the ground shattering beneath his feet. His gauntlet gleamed with a sickly red glow as he swung straight for Raphael's head—

Too slow.

Raphael tilted his head—just slightly—letting the fist sail past his face, the force alone splitting the air behind him.

Then—he moved.

A blur. A flash of motion.

And suddenly—

CRACK!

The brute's knee bent the wrong way.

He roared in pain, stumbling, but Raphael wasn't done—

Not even close.

He appeared behind him—hand already on his back—

And slammed him face-first into the ground.

A shockwave erupted. The entire battlefield quaked as the sheer force cratered the ground beneath them.

Selene whistled. "Damn."

Freya leaned on her hip. "And I thought I was the dramatic one."

But Wraith—

He just grinned.

"Oh? Is that all?"

The air shifted.

Dangerous.

FAST.

Raphael turned—just in time to see Wraith already inside his guard.

A blade—black as void, humming with unnatural energy—was inches from his throat.

Raphael smirked.

Then—

CLANG.

The blade stopped.

Dead in the air.

Wraith blinked.

A finger.

Raphael had stopped it—with one damn finger.

Silence.

Then—

Raphael exhaled. "Hah. That all you got?"

And before Wraith could react—

BANG.

A knee—to the gut.

Wraith's body folded. Spit flew from his mouth as he vanished—sent flying so fast he was just a blur against the sky.

Freya laughed. "Well, he's gone."

But Raphael didn't turn.

Because—

CRACK.

The ground split.

The brute—he was already up.

Steam rose from his body as his bones snapped back into place. His gauntlet howled with energy, pulsing like a second heartbeat.

His grin?

Even wider.

"Not bad," he rumbled.

Then—he slammed his fist into the ground.

And the world—collapsed.

The ground erupted into a storm of jagged stone and black energy. A wave of destruction tore through the battlefield, ripping toward the portal.

Thomas cursed. "Selene—!"

"On it."

She vanished.

Shadow-step.

And reappeared—right at the edge of the blast zone.

Her hands moved. Fast.

Dark tendrils shot from the shadows, weaving through the wreckage, stopping the destruction just before it reached the portal.

She exhaled. "That was close."

But—

A gust of wind.

And Raphael was already in front of the brute again.

This time—

No words.

Just fists.

The battle truly began.