Creation Of All Things

The stillness was unbearable.

It was like the entire realm leaned in—holding its breath—waiting for something wrong to start breathing again.

Aurora's chest rose and fell in short, sharp bursts. Her eyes darted across the lifeless horizon.

"Who was that?" Alice asked, barely above a whisper.

No one answered.

Aria gripped her staff tighter. "It knew us…"

Joshua stepped forward slightly, scanning the shifting shadows. "That voice… it wasn't hostile."

"It wasn't friendly either," Kaiden muttered, still recovering from the earlier pulse of identity drain. "Just… old."

Vael finally spoke, arms crossed tightly across his chest. "We should go. I don't care how ancient that thing is—anything that talks like that has no business knowing our names."

Aurora turned her head toward Kaiden.

But then—

CRACK—

A golden blur split the space in front of them.

A hand.

A grip.

Fingers wrapped tight around Kaiden's throat.

Lifted.

Crushed.

"—GAH?!"

Kaiden's eyes bulged.

Everyone froze.

Because the one who grabbed him… was Adam.

But not calm.

Not composed.

Not collected.

This Adam was burning—his entire form bleeding with golden-white energy, like cosmic threads wrapped around living fury. His aura churned like molten law, distorting the Endlands around him like the realm itself was trying to look away.

Joshua took a step forward. "Adam—?! What are you—!?"

"Shut up," Adam growled.

His voice wasn't loud.

But it shook the bones of time.

Kaiden struggled in his grip, claws of runes scratching down his chest—but Adam didn't move.

Didn't blink.

Didn't flinch.

Aurora blinked once. "Adam, that's our—"

"No. He's not," Adam snapped.

And that shut everyone up.

His eyes locked on Kaiden—like a god looking at a lie that had lived too long.

"You're not our son," he said coldly. "You never were."

Kaiden thrashed. "Wh—what—what are you talking about?! I—I came from the future—I told you that—!"

Adam's hand glowed brighter. Symbols danced down his arm like script trying to erase lies from the air itself.

"No future version of me… would ever produce something that reeks this much of void-crafted disguise."

Joshua's face twisted. "Wait—what?!"

Aria looked between them. "Is this some kind of trap—?!"

Vael took a step back, his voice barely a whisper. "…oh no."

Because now they could see it.

Kaiden's eyes weren't just wide.

They were changing.

Shifting.

Burning out from behind the irises.

Black veins stretched across his face.

Fragments of his false identity began to peel—like a mask unraveling from reality itself.

Aurora took a step forward, confused. "But… how? How could he—?"

Adam's grip tightened as his eyes burned with a thousand timelines flashing at once.

"He was placed," Adam said, his voice distant now. "Put here. Crafted. Sent to watch us. Learn us. Mimic bloodlines. Not from the future. Not from any reality. But from—"

He threw Kaiden down like dead weight.

BOOM—

The crater that exploded beneath Kaiden's impact folded into itself with a burst of corrupted light.

"Mael, that bastard."

The dust hadn't even settled from the crater when Adam straightened, eyes burning, his aura still warping space around him like gravity forgot how to behave.

Everyone stood frozen.

No one dared speak.

Aurora stared at Kaiden's remains—what was left of him—a pulsing heap of void and lies, twitching at the edge of unreality.

Adam took a deep breath. It came out as steam.

"…Mael did this."

His voice was sharp, steady—each word pressed with meaning.

"He played the long game. From the start. Pretended to be one of us. Laughed with us. Trained beside us. Sat with us when we made plans for peace."

He turned slowly, facing them all.

"But it was never peace for him. It was control."

Aurora's hands curled into fists.

Joshua looked sick. "You're saying he… what? Built an army of fakes?"

Adam nodded. "Not just fakes. Constructs. Living ghosts pulled from the edges of forgotten timelines. Voided reflections, stitched with stolen blood and prophecy fragments."

Aria stepped forward. "But how did we not notice?"

"Because he used the Origin Rift. The one place even gods don't go. He found a way to bypass reality itself."

Adam's face darkened.

"He took a piece of it. Caged it. Turned it into a forge. And then… he started making replacements."

He motioned to the crater.

"That Kaiden? Was his first success."

Alice's voice came sharp. "So where's the real one? Where's your actual son?"

Adam's jaw tightened.

"…I don't know."

CRACK—

Suddenly, the air behind them twisted—split—and laughed.

Low at first.

Mocking.

Then louder.

Like thunder dragged across broken glass.

From behind a jagged tear in the air—a hand emerged, pulling apart the fabric of the Endlands as if it were paper.

Eli.

Stepping through like he owned the place.

His smile was wild. Loose. Eyes glowing with a cruel, crooked light.

"You always were dramatic, Adam," Eli said, clapping slowly as he emerged from the swirling void behind him. "But this? Oh… this was a masterpiece."

Joshua's hand went to his blade instantly.

Aurora stepped back beside Adam, fire stirring in her eyes.

Vael whispered under his breath, "…he opened a direct rip from Ostarius. Here. Who the hell is he?"

Eli raised his arms, soaking in the tension like it fed him.

"Come on, now. No welcome? No applause for the real actor behind the scenes?"

Adam's eyes narrowed.

"Cut the act."

Eli tilted his head. "What act?"

"You're not Eli."

Eli grinned wider. "Took you long enough."

And then—

Kaiden stirred.

His body, once broken and collapsing, began to move again—runes crawling back together, shadows re-threading across limbs like puppeteer strings.

He stood.

But not like before.

His voice now came deeper. Rougher. Inhuman.

"Guess it's time to stop pretending."

His skin cracked, shadows leaking from beneath.

Ribs split outward, reshaping. Hair turned silver, then black, then silver again—never settling.

Two glowing sigils ignited across his chest, shaped like inverted crowns.

His transformation had begun.

Eli smiled wider. His skin peeled away in strips of light, revealing a form underneath laced with void veins and pure Origin energy. His smile stayed, but it was wrong now—too wide, too many teeth.

His real voice came through—layered, echoing, monstrous.

"You know what the best part was?"

He looked at Aurora.

"At first, I was just meant to spy on him. Watch his growth. Track his evolution."

He turned to Adam.

"But watching you break fate… watching you defy the gods, love someone like her…?" He chuckled darkly.

"I envied you."

His body finished shifting—tall, black-cloaked, with wings made of broken space unfurling behind him. His eyes burned like dying stars.

"I wanted that power. That purpose."

Kaiden—now fully changed—stood beside him. Taller. Broader. A weapon of void and vengeance.

Adam didn't blink.

Didn't flinch.

Just raised his head, calm as thunder before the strike.

"So… what are you now?" he asked.

"Usurpers?" Aurora said, stepping beside him.

Joshua's grip tightened.

Aria's staff lit.

Eli and Kaiden smiled at the same time.

"No," Eli said, voice layered with something ancient.

"We're replacements."

And the sky above them cracked open.