Creation Of All Things

A pulse rang through the sky like a silent chime — not sound, but sensation. The laws that held Mael's body in place uncoiled like threads snapping under strain.

Adam had released him.

And Mael… moved.

The ground beneath him trembled as the air wrapped around his presence. It wasn't divine. It wasn't infernal. It was just absence. Like even the world couldn't decide if he should be there.

He stepped forward once, shoulders still calm, expression unreadable.

"You're either very brave," Mael said, "or very—"

Adam's fist cracked across his jaw.

BOOM!

The hit sounded like the sky had been punched. Mael flew sideways — skimming across the stone like a rock skipping water. Pillars shattered. Walls exploded. Wind bent in reverse. Adam didn't chase.

He waited.

Mael stood. Jaw bleeding. Smiling.

He vanished.

Then—

CRACK!

He reappeared in front of Adam, fist raised. But Adam didn't block.

He leaned forward — forehead to fist.

The punch landed. Adam didn't budge.

Mael blinked. "What—"

Adam's elbow came in like a meteor.

BOOM!

Mael staggered back. Adam followed — fists flying in bursts, each one bending the space around them.

Left hook — Mael blocked.

Right jab — Mael dodged.

Spinning backhand — caught.

Then Adam headbutted him.

Mael flew again.

Adam's feet didn't move. His stance was rooted. Solid. Like gravity had chosen him as its anchor.

Mael stood slower this time.

"You're not using weapons?" he asked, spitting blood.

"I don't need them," Adam said. "I brought fists to a god war."

Mael cracked his neck.

Then charged.

They clashed mid-air. Fist to fist. Blow for blow.

Each impact burst clouds of raw magic. Mountains cracked from the aftershock.

Mael struck his ribs — Adam twisted, tanked it.

Adam struck Mael's sternum — his chest caved slightly.

They moved like titans of concept. Not just strength, but meaning. Every strike Adam threw wasn't just violence — it was rebellion. It was insult. It was justice.

Mael lashed out with a roundhouse kick — lightning threaded through the arc.

Adam caught the leg.

Pulled.

And slammed Mael into the earth like a ragdoll.

BOOOOOM!

The Celestial Plane buckled. A crater bloomed. Energy snapped like overloaded wire.

Mael coughed.

Then smiled.

Then stood again.

He swung.

Adam ducked.

Uppercut.

CRACK!

Mael's head snapped back.

He twisted mid-air, used the momentum to launch a knee.

Adam absorbed it with his chest.

Then retaliated with a liver punch so clean it made the stars flicker.

Mael's body twitched. He staggered, coughing celestial blood.

"You're not normal…" he said.

"No," Adam growled. "I'm the consequence."

Mael screamed — not in pain, but rage.

He opened his arms.

And the sky vanished.

Everything above them became void.

Not darkness. Absence.

A dome of null formed. Within it, nothing should function — no ability, no force, no divine law.

Mael smiled.

"This is my Domain."

He launched forward — fists blazing with null aura.

He struck Adam in the side, a hit that should've shattered bones.

Adam didn't fall.

He turned slowly.

"I don't need laws."

Then he swung.

Mael blocked.

But the punch still landed.

BOOM!

The null dome cracked.

Adam stepped forward.

Another swing — Mael deflected.

Another — blocked.

Then Adam spun and kicked.

Mael's body bent in the wrong direction.

The dome shattered like glass.

Adam grabbed his face mid-air — drove him into the ground.

He didn't stop.

He lifted Mael by the throat.

Spoke one word.

"Stand."

Then punched him in the gut so hard the air turned white.

Mael vomited light.

Then snarled — grabbed Adam's wrist — and countered with a palm strike to the heart.

Adam's body pulsed.

Energy warped.

He flew backward.

But landed clean, skidding only slightly.

He cracked his knuckles.

"Try again."

Mael growled. "You're just muscle—"

Adam blurred.

His fist hit Mael's mouth.

Teeth flew.

Then another.

Eye socket cracked.

Then another.

Spine bent.

Adam didn't stop.

He grabbed Mael mid-fall — kneed his ribs — tossed him into the sky — jumped after him.

Mid-air—punch to the back of the head.

Slammed him down.

Adam landed on his chest.

One.

Two.

Three.

Mael's body cratered deeper into the plane.

Adam stood.

Blood dripping from both.

"You done?"

Mael coughed. "Never."

He stood.

His aura flickered.

Tried to erase Adam again.

But Adam walked through it.

Fist clenched.

He punched again.

Flesh met bone.

Again.

Blood. Light. Sparks.

Again.

Mael swung blind — missed.

Adam drove a punch into his solar plexus.

Mael wheezed.

Then Adam grabbed his leg — spun — and hurled him into the distance.

BOOOOOOM!

Mountains collapsed.

Adam followed.

In mid-flight, he punched him again.

Then again.

Then again.

Each hit resetting Mael's momentum.

By the fourth hit, Mael had stopped fighting.

By the fifth, he was limp.

Adam grabbed him by the chestplate.

Pulled him close.

"You're not the end of rules."

He headbutted him.

"You're not a god."

Elbowed him.

"You're not truth."

Then slammed him into the ground one last time.

The crater was massive.

Dust and energy flew.

Adam stood over him.

Breathing heavy.

Fists clenched.

Mael tried to sit up.

Adam raised his arm.

Fist hovering above him.

"…Please…" Mael coughed.

Adam paused.

Looked down.

Then let the fist fall—

But stopped an inch from his face.

Silence.

"…you're not worth the last hit," Adam said.

And turned his back.

Behind him, the war had gone still.

Aurora. Joshua. Alice. Even Kael'Thar.

They watched him.

The gods had fallen.

The council was broken.

Mael lay beneath his own shadow.

And Adam walked forward, fists still dripping with the blood of the divine.

The wind was gone. The realm didn't breathe. The lock had broken—but the silence stayed.

Mael moved for the first time. Slow. Deliberate. No weapons. Just him. His aura spread again, reality hissing as it bent backward, rejecting presence, matter, divinity itself.

No more sky.

No more gods.

Just a broken battlefield and two beings that no longer needed introductions.

Mael struck first.

His hand flashed through six quantum layers of space and hit Adam across the jaw with a blow that could fold a mountain range.

Adam didn't stagger.

His head turned. He cracked his neck with a low pop.

Then punched.

Mael blocked. But the moment his arms caught Adam's fist—

BANG!

The air burst around them. The ground cratered deep and wide. Cracks ran from the center like veins in the skin of a dying world.

Mael snarled. His arm vibrated. Muscles twisting.

Adam stepped in. No technique. No flourish. Just a raw hook to the ribs—

BOOM!

Mael flew backward, his feet dragging trenches in the ground. He stopped himself, coughed, and blinked away.

He reappeared above Adam, dropping like a black meteor, both palms glowing with null-energy.

Adam didn't move.

He lifted one fist.

And punched straight up.

CRACK—

Mael's descent stopped mid-air. His ribs folded like snapped branches. He coughed blood and flew backward again, skidding through ruins of stone and fractured divine bone.

Adam moved this time. Faster.

He appeared behind Mael before the god could land. Grabbed his shoulder.

And slammed him down.

The world howled.

Mael barely twisted, hand slicing upward—he rewrote the law of motion. Adam should've been flung.

But Adam stayed.

Vocifery still echoed in his blood. He smiled.

"You think I'm bound to physics?"

Then a flurry.

Left. Right. Right. Left.

Each punch crashed into Mael like thunder made personal. His jaw cracked. His cheek split. One eye bruised shut.

Mael roared—his body flaring with absolute negation.

He denied energy itself.

The ground under Adam disappeared.

The sky tried to unwrite.

Adam stepped forward.

And punched Mael again in the face.

CRACK!

Mael flew through a mountain. It collapsed behind him, reduced to ash.

Adam followed.

Inside the dust, they clashed again. Mael screamed with every strike now—his fists glowing with anti-existence, each one erasing particles of time.

Adam just took them.

And returned more.

Fists met ribs.

Fists met spine.

Fists met face.

Mael's body began to fail. One leg twisted. One arm hung limp.

He tried one final move.

"Erase—"

Adam grabbed his mouth.

And crushed it shut.

"No more."

He lifted Mael.

One hand on the collar.

And began punching.

Not fast.

Not flurried.

Each one deliberate.

One to the gut. Mael folded. One to the chin. Mael's head snapped. One to the chest. Mael's divine core cracked. One to the temple. Mael dropped to a knee.

The world felt every hit.

The gods watching… they knew.

Mael's body gave out. Collapsed, shaking, divine blood steaming in the cold air.

Adam didn't speak.

He just looked down.

The god that tried to play endgame was now just… broken.

And then—

One final hit.

Adam raised his hand.

His aura exploded—gold, red, and black. No element. Just will.

He brought it down—

BOOM!

Mael cratered.

The Celestial Plane went silent again.

And Adam stood.

Victorious.