Creation Of All Things-Chapter 60 : The Truth 2

WHOOSH.

The air twisted. The sky cracked.

A blinding golden light erupted from Raphael's body. The ground beneath him shattered like glass, sending chunks of stone flying in all directions. His golden eyes burned like miniature suns as an overwhelming force surged through him.

The Monarch flinched. For the first time—he hesitated.

Then—

BOOM.

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A golden explosion. The Monarch's foot was blasted off Raphael's back. He staggered, arms raised to shield himself from the light.

But Raphael wasn't stopping.

WHOOSH.

He vanished.

A golden blur.

Then—

BANG.

A fist—glowing like a star—collided with the Monarch's face.

His head snapped back.

Before he could recover—

BOOM!

A second punch. A shockwave tore through the battlefield, splitting the ground beneath them.

Then—

BAM!

A roundhouse kick to the ribs.

The Monarch flew. His massive body crashed through crumbling ruins, bouncing off the ground like a ragdoll before smashing into a boulder.

Silence.

Raphael exhaled. His body was floating—literally hovering above the battlefield, golden energy spiraling around him. His skin shimmered like molten gold. His presence alone warped the air, bending reality itself.

His eyes—no longer human.

The Monarch groaned, pushing himself up from the rubble. His hand wiped the blood from his lips.

Then—he smirked.

"Heh… Now we're talking."

WHOOSH.

The ground exploded beneath him as he shot forward like a missile.

Raphael met him mid-air.

BANG.

Their fists collided. The sky itself seemed to break. A massive shockwave rippled outward, tearing through the clouds. The ground below cracked and split apart.

Then—BOOM.

The battle resumed.

Fists blurred.

Flashes of gold and black clashed like streaks of lightning.

Every hit sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Neither backed down. Neither slowed.

Then—

SWOOSH.

A golden streak.

Raphael twisted mid-air—his foot swinging in a perfect arc—

CRACK!

A brutal kick to the Monarch's jaw.

His head snapped back.

BAM!

Another hit. A glowing fist buried itself into his ribs.

BOOM!

The Monarch was sent flying—crashing through stone, dirt, and debris, skidding across the battlefield like a meteor.

But before he even stopped—

WHOOSH.

Raphael was already there.

A golden glow in his palm—

The Monarch barely raised his arms—

Then—

FOOM!

A golden blast erased the landscape.

A massive explosion swallowed the battlefield, blinding light flooding everything in sight.

For a moment—nothing.

Just pure silence.

Then—

The dust settled.

Raphael stood, panting slightly. His golden aura flickered, unstable. The air around him distorted, struggling to contain the sheer energy radiating from his body.

Then—movement.

The Monarch.

His body was burned. Bruised. His black armor cracked. Blood dripped from his lips.

Yet—

He was still standing.

Still smiling.

"Heh…" he wiped his mouth, looking down at the blood on his fingers. "I felt that one."

Then—his black eyes burned.

"You really think you can kill me?"

WHOOSH.

He vanished.

BANG.

A fist buried itself into Raphael's gut.

His breath hitched.

His body bent.

Then—

BOOM!

A second hit—straight to the ribs.

CRACK.

Something broke.

Raphael's vision blurred.

Before he could react—

WHAM!

A palm to the chest.

His body rocketed backward, crashing into the ruins, tearing through stone like wet paper.

Dust exploded. The air trembled.

The Monarch exhaled. His black aura surged—rising like a storm.

"You put up a good fight." His voice was calm. Amused. "But—"

Then—

WHOOSH.

A second aura erupted.

But it wasn't Raphael.

It was—

FWOOOOOM.

Blue and white flames roared to life.

The battlefield turned white-hot.

The air itself screamed.

The Monarch's smirk faded.

Slowly—he turned.

And there—standing in the middle of the wreckage—

Freya.

Her eyes—glowing like frozen stars.

Her flames—burning hotter than ever before.

A storm of fire twisted around her, blue embers dancing in the wind.

She cracked her neck.

"Tch. My turn."

Then—

WHOOSH.

She moved.

WHOOSH.

Freya disappeared.

A streak of blue and white shot across the battlefield, faster than the eye could follow.

The Monarch barely had time to react—

BANG!

A fist wreathed in blazing white flames crashed into his chest. The impact sent a shockwave ripping through the air, ice instantly forming on his armor. His feet dug into the ground as he skidded backward, leaving a deep trench in his wake.

But Freya wasn't done.

WHOOSH.

She was already behind him.

BOOM!

A knee to the ribs. His body jerked violently to the side—

Then—

WHAM!

An axe kick from above. Direct hit.

The ground erupted as the Monarch was slammed into the dirt, a crater forming beneath him.

Freya hovered above, her body wreathed in white-blue fire, steam rising from her hands. Her glowing eyes locked onto him, cold and sharp.

The Monarch grunted, rising to his feet. His armor—already cracked from Raphael's attacks—was now frosted over, ice creeping along the edges. He exhaled, his breath visible in the sudden chill.

Then he smirked. "Not bad."

Freya tilted her head. "I'm not even warmed up."

She clenched her fist—

FWOOOM!

A wave of freezing fire exploded outward. The air screamed as everything in its path—stone, dirt, even the lingering golden embers from Raphael's energy—was instantly frozen over, encased in shimmering ice.

The Monarch vanished—

WHOOSH.

Then—

BANG!

His fist shot toward her.

But Freya was gone before it landed.

SWWWWOOSH.

She reappeared mid-air.

Hand raised—

Then—

FOOM!

A massive spear of blue fire shot downward.

The Monarch barely dodged, the attack missing by inches—

BOOM!

The moment it hit the ground, an explosion of ice erupted, spikes of frozen fire bursting in all directions.

The Monarch leaped back, flipping mid-air—

But—

WHOOSH.

Freya was already there.

Her foot—wreathed in white flames—swung toward his head—

BAM!

Direct hit.

His body twisted—spinning from the sheer force—

Then—

WHAM!

A second kick—straight to the gut.

BOOM!

The Monarch blasted through a ruined tower, crashing through stone and debris.

Dust exploded into the air.

Freya landed lightly on the ground, rolling her shoulders. Her flames burned hotter, the ice around her crackling from the sheer intensity of her power.

Then—

WHOOSH.

The Monarch emerged from the rubble.

Bruised. Bloodied.

But smiling.

"Heh… You're fast," he said, rolling his neck. "But let's see how long you can keep that up."

Then—

BOOM.

A surge of black energy exploded from his body.

The air shook.

Freya narrowed her eyes.

WHOOSH.

The Monarch vanished—

Then—

BANG!

A fist to the gut.

Freya coughed, her body bending from the impact.

WHAM!

A backhand sent her flying.

She twisted mid-air, regaining control—

FOOM!

A wall of white fire erupted behind her, stopping her momentum. She landed, skidding back slightly, one knee bent.

The Monarch cracked his knuckles. "Not bad," he said. "But—"

THUD.

Something hit the ground behind Freya.

She turned—

Raphael.

On one knee.

Breathing heavily.

His golden glow—flickering.

His skin—no longer shimmering.

His energy—unstable.

Freya's eyes widened.

The Monarch chuckled. "Ah… I see now."

He wiped blood from his lip, grinning.

"You're the chosen champion of your universe, aren't you?" His voice was mocking. "Just like the one who sent me here."

He stepped forward.

"But the downside?" His smirk widened.

"You're outside your universe."

He spread his arms.

"You can't muster your full strength here."

His black eyes burned.

"Too bad for you."

A Fractured Goodbye

Raphael coughed, his body trembling. His golden aura flickered—unstable, fading. He could barely stand, but he forced himself to smile.

"Freya…" His voice was weak, barely a whisper.

She turned to him, her glowing blue eyes filled with sorrow. She already knew what he was about to say.

"I'm staying."

Freya clenched her fists, shaking her head. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "No. I can't… I won't leave you here."

Raphael exhaled, his smile never fading. "You have to. For the kids."

Freya bit her lip. Her heart ached. Every part of her wanted to fight, to stand by him until the end. But deep down—she knew he was right.

Her hands trembled as she threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around him. "I'll come back," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I promise. I'll come back for you."

Raphael leaned into the embrace, his hand weakly resting on her back. "...I know."

Freya pulled away, wiping her tears as she turned to Thomas and Selene. Without another word, she helped Selene up, her grip firm but gentle. Together, they made their way toward the portal—a swirling rift of light and energy, the only way out of this godforsaken space.

But it was never going to be that easy.

A low chuckle echoed.

"Leaving so soon?"

The air shifted. The ground shook.

The Monarch raised his hand. Gravity crushed down, an invisible force pinning them all in place. The air turned thick, suffocating. Rocks lifted from the ground, floating like weightless debris in the crushing force of his power.

Freya's body froze—she could barely move.

But then—

BOOM.

Raphael's fist slammed into the Monarch's face.

The gravitational force shattered in an instant.

The Monarch's head snapped to the side, his smirk vanishing. Slowly, he turned back, cracking his neck. "...Still got some fight left in you, huh?"

Raphael wobbled, barely keeping himself upright. He was running on fumes now. But he would not let this bastard take another step forward.

"Go!" he yelled at Freya. "Now!"

Freya gritted her teeth, torn. Her instincts screamed at her to run, to obey—to get out of here for her kids.

She didn't look back. She grabbed Selene's hand and pushed forward. Thomas followed, his expression tense. They were almost at the portal—almost free.

But then—

WHOOSH.

The Monarch vanished.

In the blink of an eye—he was standing right in front of the portal.

Selene gasped. Thomas immediately stepped in front of her, raising his fist.

The Monarch exhaled, his black eyes glowing with amusement. "You really thought I'd let you leave?"

Then—

BOOM.

Raphael tackled him.

The two of them crashed into the ground, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Raphael's grip tightened around the Monarch's throat, his golden aura flaring.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!"

The Monarch grunted, annoyance flashing across his face. "You really think you can hold me back forever?"

And he was right.

Raphael could barely stand—let alone overpower him.

The Monarch pushed forward.

Dragging Raphael with him.

Inches.

They were inches away from the portal now.

Freya turned—her eyes widening.

Raphael was losing.

Her heart pounded. Her hands clenched into fists.

Then—

She made a decision.

Freya whirled toward Thomas. "Go. Take care of the kids for me, Thomas."

Thomas's eyes widened. "What? Wait—!"

But Freya was already moving.

WHOOSH.

Blue flames exploded around her as she rocketed back toward the battlefield.

Raphael's vision blurred. He was barely conscious, barely holding on—until he felt a sudden wave of cold.

Then—

BOOM.

A massive wave of blue and white fire crashed into the Monarch's side, sending him flying.

Freya landed beside Raphael, her icy flames swirling around her.

She cracked her knuckles, her expression cold and fierce.

"You're not touching that portal."

The Monarch sat up from the rubble, his expression darkening.

Then—he grinned.

"...Heh." He wiped the blood from his mouth. "Fine then. Let's play."

And the battle was far from over.

—

Near the portal, Thomas clenched his jaw.

"We're out of time."

Selene hesitated. "But—"

Thomas grabbed her hand and pulled.

WHOOSH.

They stepped through the portal—

And Thomas turned back.

His eyes met Freya's for the last time.

Then—

He closed it.

The portal snapped shut.

And Raphael and Freya were trapped.