Creation Of All Things

The void shook again.

Pieces of dead stars rained in slow arcs across a torn sky. The battlefield had no name anymore. Just ruin. Just sound and fury. Kaelor hovered, his chest rising and falling, steam curling off the cuts on his arms. His robes were shredded. Bark peeled from his skin. Vines around him were torn, frayed, burnt.

But his eyes—still open, still glowing that sickly, ancient green.

Joshua floated opposite, one sleeve missing, runes crackling around him like angry wasps. One eye swollen shut. Blood trailed from his nose. Still clean, still sharp, but not untouched. Not anymore.

And Mael…

He was calm.

Always calm.

Scales spun silently around him, but even he had cracks now. His robes were torn at the hem. One of the floating scales was split clean in half, flickering. He blinked slowly, watching Kaelor like a riddle he couldn't quite solve.

Then it happened.

Kaelor snapped his fingers — once.

The sky screamed.

A giant vine exploded from the core of the dead planet beneath, piercing through the void like a whip. It shot toward Joshua like a comet, tearing through asteroids like they were made of paper.

Joshua twisted, runes circling him, forming a dome.

Boom.

The vine smashed into the dome — cracked it — then bent, wrapped around it, and squeezed. Golden lights flared, pulsed, resisted — then shattered. Joshua shot backward, crashing through a frozen asteroid belt.

Kaelor spun midair.

His hand swept wide — and the battlefield grew.

Planets twisted in from other dimensions, roots lashing between them, forming a moving jungle in space. Trees with star-cores bloomed in seconds. Thorned flowers the size of cities opened and screamed with each pulse.

Mael moved next.

Not fast. Not slow.

He stepped.

And space folded.

He was behind Kaelor in an instant, palm raised.

Another Balance Pulse.

Kaelor felt it this time. Not on his skin — in his soul. Everything went quiet. Too quiet. No breath, no blood, no thought. The world flattened. For a moment, he almost… let go.

But he didn't.

He snarled, turned, and rammed his head into Mael's.

Crack.

Mael's nose broke. He didn't react.

Kaelor grabbed his arm, twisted it, and flung him into a burning jungle moon. The moon exploded on impact — vines and trees turned to cosmic ash.

Kaelor turned — and Joshua was already there.

No runes. Just fists.

He swung.

Kaelor blocked — barely — but the force sent him flying. Joshua followed. Each punch lit up the dark. Golden light streaked through the void like a strobe, each hit faster than thought.

Kaelor grunted, ducked, brought up a root-shield — it shattered.

He weaved a spiral of bark in front of him — Joshua punched through it.

Kaelor gritted his teeth, planted his foot in the air — and stomped.

Roots burst out in every direction — like a sun made of branches.

Joshua was caught, mid-punch — slammed by a vine the width of a tower. He went flying again — this time into Mael, who had just re-emerged.

The two Absolute Monarchs collided.

Kaelor didn't wait.

He dived.

Like a missile, wrapped in swirling vines and green lightning.

He hit both of them with the force of a collapsing star.

BOOM.

The shockwave blasted apart the temporary world they were in. Planets cracked. Gravity lines broke. Light bent. Space warped.

Joshua recovered first — spinning midair, throwing out twelve layered runes in every direction.

"Contain. Restrict. Bind. Stillness. Anchor—"

Kaelor roared, and vines shot from his chest, wrapping around the runes mid-cast and eating them. Devouring the concepts themselves.

"Stop using rules," Kaelor hissed, his voice a growl. "Nature doesn't care about rules."

Mael reappeared behind him again.

This time with a broken scale in each hand.

One black. One white.

He crushed them.

Dual Collapse.

Suddenly, Kaelor was shrinking — not his body, his existence. Like Mael was pressing the 'collapse' button on his being. Time and mass and thought condensing.

Kaelor coughed blood, vines flailing, grabbing onto space to stop himself from vanishing.

Then he screamed.

Roots burst from every scar on his body — ancient, angry, alive.

They didn't just grow — they infected.

They touched Mael's balance field — and corrupted it.

Mael blinked.

His scales started spinning the wrong way.

Backwards.

Kaelor turned, blood running from his eyes, and stabbed a root-spear through Mael's chest.

Mael didn't scream.

He looked down.

Then up.

And slapped Kaelor across the face with an open palm — infused with absolute balance.

Kaelor crashed into a comet, tumbling, smashing it apart.

Joshua returned again — faster this time.

He summoned a massive rune — larger than anything before — and folded it into a sword.

One swing.

The blade sliced through Kaelor's shoulder — clean through.

Arm — gone.

Blood spilled into space, turning into flowering vines mid-flight.

Kaelor didn't even flinch.

He spun — and bit Joshua's arm.

Teeth sank in. Not human teeth. Something older. Wilder.

Joshua yelled — first time — and pulled back, golden blood leaking down his coat.

Kaelor roared — and his missing arm regrew, wrapped in bark, pulsing with light.

He slammed his fists into both of them.

Mael flew back.

Joshua caught himself — barely — and shot upward.

Kaelor followed.

They clashed again — and this time, space bent with them.

They fought through a dying star. Through the bones of a forgotten god. Through a war that never happened. Through the memory of a tree.

Everywhere they moved — chaos.

Stars exploded.

Laws unraveled.

Kaelor's vines gripped entire realities and swung them like weapons.

Joshua retaliated with a cube of law that flattened dimensions.

Mael turned the very concept of mass against Kaelor — making him heavier than existence.

Kaelor broke it by biting the void itself and drinking from it.

It was madness.

It was war.

And it wasn't ending.

Until—

Kaelor reached into his chest.

Pulled something out.

A seed.

Glowing.

Small.

Old.

He whispered something.

And then… he ate it.

Everything stopped.

Everywhere.

All at once.

Mael froze mid-air.

Joshua stopped breathing.

The galaxy blinked.

Kaelor opened his eyes.

They weren't green anymore.

They were white.

He spread his arms.

And everything — all of it — grew.

Roots broke out of time.

Trees bloomed in memory.

Planets turned to forests.

Stars became seeds.

Every blow they had dealt him — every scar, every cut, every broken root — had fed him.

And now he was full.

The Root God stood.

Not Kaelor.

Not anymore.

Joshua raised his hand — and for the first time, his fingers shook.

Mael's scales fell still.

Kaelor — the Root God — stepped forward.

And the final round began.