Creation Of All Things

Adam leaned back on the couch, arms resting lazily across the top. The room was dim, warm, quiet. Everyone was there—his family, his friends, the ones who mattered.

"I didn't just vanish for fun, you know," he said, voice low, a little tired. "A lot happened… stuff I can't even begin to explain right now."

They all listened. No interruptions. Just silent eyes on him.

He stood up slowly, stretching his arms above his head. His coat shifted slightly, catching the light.

"But I'm back now," he said, cracking his neck. "And stronger than ever. 'Supreme Monarch' isn't just for show."

He flexed casually, flashing a grin like he wasn't trying to be cool but still totally was.

Aurora, sitting in the corner, stood up too. Her expression didn't change—still that blank, unreadable look.

"Yeah," she said, brushing imaginary dust off her skirt. "I can't see your future anymore. But I'm not dumb. Took one look and figured it out."

She turned without waiting for a response and walked out, barefoot, her steps silent.

The door slid shut behind her.

Adam stared after her for a second, his smile fading a little.

Then he sighed.

His eyes drifted over everyone in the room—his mother, still holding back tears; his father, arms crossed but soft around the edges; Aria, quiet and watchful; Alfred, hovering close like he might vanish again; Mael and Joshua, both pretending they weren't still trying to process it all.

He rubbed the back of his neck, voice soft now.

"…Been a long time."

No one said anything.

But in that silence, something heavy lifted.

He was back with them.

Adam glanced out the window, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the horizon like he was reading through layers of space itself.

"Since I'm back," he said, voice light but clear, "I might as well speed things up a bit. I saw some dwarves outside earlier—looked like they were working on a ship or something."

He paused.

"And this planet... it feels empty. Like no one's really living here."

Freya looked up from where she sat, arms folded under her chest. "What do you mean by that?"

Adam turned his head slightly, a lazy smile on his lips but eyes sharp, like he was looking at something far away.

"I mean," he said, walking slowly back toward them, "you've got a crew working in silence, no laughter, no markets, no cities breathing. Just one giant workshop in the middle of a graveyard."

His tone wasn't sad. Just matter-of-fact.

"Yeah, that's 'cause we just got this planet recently," Raphael said, arms crossed. "One of our vassals handed it over. We're turning it into our base. Headquarters for the faction."

Adam nodded slowly, then smirked. "Nice… then I guess it's time I help with that."

Without another word, his body flickered—and vanished.

Outside, the sky shimmered for a moment before Adam appeared mid-air, levitating above the construction site. His black coat fluttered in the wind, eyes half-lidded as usual, like none of this was really that serious.

He raised both hands.

Then everything changed.

The ground beneath shook—not violently, but like something massive was waking up. The dwarves on-site froze, tools dropping from their hands as they stared.

The half-finished mothership they'd been struggling with?

It completed itself in seconds. Plates of obsidian and lightgold metal slid into place like puzzle pieces, glowing red circuits flowing through its hull as if it had always been alive. Cannons formed on the sides. Engines powered by core fire pulsed at the rear. The moment it clicked into place, the ship let out a deep hum.

But Adam wasn't done.

He closed his eyes. Around him, space twisted.

Ten more motherships blinked into existence—instantly. Each one slightly different, with unique runes and structural signatures, but all monstrous in size and power. They hovered in formation behind the first, casting long shadows across the land.

Then the planet began to build.

From the barren fields, sleek structures rose like metal giants climbing out of the ground. Storage buildings—black and silver with glowing sigils—formed block by block, huge enough to store fleets.

Port zones sprang up, wide open areas with floating platforms, each one fitted with stabilized teleportation rings. Beams of light shot into the sky as the portals powered up.

Adam turned slightly, his fingers twitching.

Ten massive towers burst from different regions of the planet. Each one had its own aura.The Buildings of the Monarchs. For the ten strongest of the faction.

They weren't just buildings. They were strongholds. Castles in the sky. Some floated. Some pulsed. One of them literally had a thundercloud swirling above it.

Everything came alive.

Rivers of light flowed through the ground, forming a circuit-like web that connected the entire base. Defense systems unfolded from the mountains. Roads shimmered into place, wide and clean, stretching between each sector like arteries.

Up above, the motherships locked into position, aligned like a fleet ready for war.

Adam opened his eyes.

Then yawned.

"Alright," he muttered, floating down slowly. "HQ's done."

He landed lightly on the now-paved ground, dwarves staring with wide eyes, jaws open.

Inside, Freya just blinked.

"…He built a city," Joshua whispered, stunned.

Mael raised an eyebrow. "Of course he did."

Aurora, watching through the window, said nothing.

She just walked away.

But Adam wasn't done.

He looked around the planet—his eyes glowing faintly now, like stars behind storm clouds. Everything was quiet, the wind brushing past the new buildings. But something was missing.

He raised one hand again.

This time, he didn't say a word. Just closed his eyes.

A ripple of energy spread across the sky like a heartbeat.

Then—they came.

From the light, from the shadows, from the cracks in space—massive beasts began to take form. Not summoned. Not called. Created.

The first was a silver lion the size of a mountain, its mane made of flowing starlight, tail flicking like it controlled gravity itself. It stood tall beside one of the Monarch towers, letting out a low, deep growl that made the earth tremble slightly.

Then came a serpent with wings wide enough to block out the sun. Scales like polished obsidian, eyes glowing like burning moons. It coiled in the skies above the transport zone, its presence alone warping the clouds around it.

A massive bird followed, shaped like a phoenix but made entirely of glowing blue fire. It circled the motherships once before letting out a cry that echoed through the atmosphere.

One by one, they came.

A wolf cloaked in shadows, eyes red like dying stars, pacing along the mountain ridges.

A towering golem made of crystal and steel, planted firmly near the main gate of the HQ, arms crossed like it was already judging intruders.

A dragon—not as big as Kael'Thar, but with ten wings and glowing rings floating around its horns—settled above the storage sector, guarding it like treasure.

Ten beasts in total. Each one guarding a different part of the planet. Each one tied to the land itself. Not just pets. Not just creatures.

Guardians.

Living, breathing forces built to protect everything Adam just created.

He lowered his hand slowly, breath calm, expression unreadable.

Then, with a lazy smile, he turned and walked back toward the main building like he hadn't just made an entire army of planet-level guardians out of thin air.

Inside, Joshua was still pressed against the window, wide-eyed.

"Bro," he whispered. "This guy's ridiculous."

Freya didn't even respond. She was staring, her mouth slightly open.

Aria just sighed. "That's Adam for you."

Mael crossed his arms, squinting at the wolf on the ridge. "...I kinda want one."

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