Creation Of All Things

BOOOOOM—!!!

The impact of their final clash split the air.

Joshua and the Architect collided in a blinding flash, their combined force sending out a ripple that cracked the horizon. Space trembled. The stars above flickered like dying embers. The ground beneath them shattered completely—falling away into a chasm of molten ruin.

They didn't stop.

Joshua twisted mid-air, wings slicing outward, dragging heat and shadow behind him. He slashed horizontally—firelight screaming from his blade.

The Architect caught it barehanded.

The blade bit into his palm, sparks flying. He didn't flinch.

He pulled Joshua forward with a single jerk, and headbutted him—again.

CRACK!

Joshua staggered back, jaw bleeding, but didn't fall.

He spun with the momentum—slashed low, cutting through the Architect's thigh. The monster hissed and retaliated, swinging a ruin-covered elbow that Joshua blocked with his forearm. The block sent out a shockwave, launching debris into the air.

They both jumped back, panting, eyes locked.

Then—

A new light cut across the broken sky.

Bright.

Controlled.

Final.

Aurora dropped in first—landing on a floating shard of obsidian midair, eyes focused, blade in hand.

And behind her—Adam.

He didn't land.

He descended, cloak unfurling like a banner, his body surrounded by faint motes of Vocifery. Every step he took in the air bent the laws beneath his feet.

The Architect turned, blood dripping from his mouth. "You…"

Adam raised a brow. "Busy?"

Joshua grinned. "Little bit."

Without a word, Adam moved.

He appeared next to Joshua in a flicker of displacement, palm glowing faintly. "You alright?"

Joshua nodded once. "He's heavier now. Holding something deeper."

"I noticed."

The Architect stepped forward, his voice low and full of rage. "You always walk into fights that aren't yours."

Adam tilted his head. "I make them mine."

CRACK—!!

The Architect stomped.

The ground erupted again—spires of ruin shooting upward.

Adam grabbed Joshua's shoulder—blinked—and they were gone, dodging mid-burst. They reappeared above the battlefield, just as the spires stabbed the space where they stood seconds before.

Adam hovered, left hand raised. His voice, calm.

"Collapse."

The spires folded inward like crumpled paper. Reality twitched. The Architect staggered, caught in the aftershock of Adam's manipulation.

Joshua launched first.

He dove straight down, blade forward, flaming wings trailing afterimages.

The Architect looked up—raised an arm to block—

—but Adam was already below him.

He'd reversed space.

One hand lifted.

"Fall."

Gravity reversed on the Architect alone. He was slammed upward into Joshua's dive.

KA-BOOOOM!

Joshua's sword met flesh. A full-speed impalement. Ruin blood erupted, black and molten. The Architect roared in agony, flailing midair.

Aurora didn't wait.

She vanished, then appeared on the Architect's shoulder—blade spinning.

She stabbed down, light erupting in a tight column from her weapon.

The Architect screamed, grabbing for her—but she was already gone, sliding down his back in a streak of radiance.

He dropped like a meteor, crashing into the broken battlefield below. The ground cratered, forming a massive hole that hissed with steam and ruin.

Adam landed calmly.

Joshua touched down next to him, rolling his neck.

Aurora reappeared behind them, floating.

The Architect rose.

Barely.

Half his body was cracked open, his arms sparking with raw ruin. His skin shifted, trying to reform but failing. His chest glowed like a broken engine.

"You think numbers change fate?" he snarled. "You need each other to stand. Weakness by design."

Adam's expression stayed flat.

He raised his hand again, two fingers extended.

"Silence."

The sound around the Architect cut out. No voice. No breath. No roar.

Joshua stepped forward. "Now."

They moved together.

Adam twisted the field—time stretched for them, slowed around the Architect.

Aurora dove first—her blade cutting across his leg again, fast and clean. She vanished mid-swing, blinked into his blind spot, and stabbed the other leg, severing the muscle.

The Architect dropped to one knee.

Joshua followed next—aerial strike, sword drawn back. He came down like a hammer.

CRACK—!!

His blade hit the Architect's shoulder, cleaving deep. A geyser of ruin burst upward.

The Architect raised his arm—barely—trying to retaliate.

And then Adam arrived.

He didn't speak.

He touched the Architect's forehead.

"Invert."

The Architect's world flipped inside out.

His balance reversed. His pain redoubled. His perception twisted—seeing the battlefield from a thousand angles at once, none of them real.

He staggered, disoriented.

Joshua took advantage.

He slashed upward from below—cutting open the Architect's chest in a crescent of golden fire.

Aurora dove again—her blade slicing through one of the floating glyphs around his neck, deleting one of his stabilizing runes.

The Architect's body glitched.

His ruin core pulsed wildly.

He raised both hands, screaming silently, then slammed them together—unleashing a blast of pure void.

Adam's eyes narrowed.

"Pause."

The blast froze in place. Like a paused frame of a nightmare.

He turned to Aurora. "Now."

She blinked through the frozen explosion—appeared in front of the Architect's face.

She plunged her blade into his eye.

The glyphs around his body shattered.

Time resumed.

BOOOOOOM—!!

The explosion rippled outward—but missed all three of them.

Only the Architect stood inside it.

Alone.

Burning.

He dropped to both knees.

Chest heaving. Blood pouring. His body falling apart from the inside out.

Joshua walked up, blade dragging behind him.

"This is for the collapse."

He stabbed.

Straight into the Architect's side.

Aurora stepped up beside him. "This is for the girl you erased."

She followed—her blade sinking into his back.

Adam stood in front.

And with a final breath—he spoke a word.

"End."

The Architect froze.

Then shattered.

Not into dust.

Not into blood.

But absence.

Gone.

Unwritten.

Undone.

The battlefield went still.

The sky softened.

The ruin faded.

Joshua lowered his blade, exhaling.

Aurora wiped blood from her cheek.

Adam adjusted his cloak.

Nobody spoke for a moment.

Then Adam looked up.

"We're not done."

In the distance—something else moved.

But for now—

The Architect of Ruin was no more.

A/N

Now time to move to the next chapter of this novel, thanks for being with me till this moment, it has been a great joy and blessing to me, I truly appreciate it, much love 💕