Creation Of All Things

Adam sighed the moment he saw the newcomers. A headache already forming.

"Great," he muttered. "These clowns."

He was about to step down from the tower when—

Boom.

A sudden flash of violet light.

Before he could even blink, Aurora was already there.

She appeared right in front of the leading man like a glitch in the air—no sound, no warning. Just there.

"Wrong planet," she said flatly.

Then she grabbed him by the head with one hand—and slammed him straight into the marble floor.

CRACK.

The impact echoed across the plaza. The floor held, but the guy's skull didn't. Just—splat. Blood spread out in a fast, ugly mess. His body twitched once… then nothing.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Everyone froze.

The rest of the intruders instinctively reached for their weapons—but Aurora was already facing them, her long hair drifting behind her like it had a life of its own, violet eyes glowing faintly.

She didn't say anything.

She didn't need to.

Her eyes alone made the air feel heavier.

One of the newcomers stepped back, whispering, "What the hell…"

Around the Transport Zone, people were whispering now, voices low but tense.

"Is that… Aurora?"

"Did she just—?"

"She didn't even ask who they were…"

"They're not from the faction, right?"

Back on the tower, Adam rubbed the side of his face with one hand, watching like he'd seen this a hundred times.

"Guess she really didn't like their vibe," he muttered.

The other intruders hesitated now, unsure.

But Aurora tilted her head slightly.

"Next one that moves," she said softly, "loses a leg."

One guy twitched. That was enough.

In the next instant, **bang—**she was gone again.

And then—screams.

She didn't fight like a warrior.

She fought like a storm.

In less than ten seconds, three of them were already down. One got his arm twisted into an impossible shape, another got kicked through one of the glowing obelisks, and the third was still spinning mid-air before his body crashed into the dirt like a ragdoll.

She landed, smooth and quiet, heels clicking once against the marble.

The last two intruders just stared at her, pale, frozen.

Aurora took a single step forward—and both of them dropped their weapons.

Smart.

Then the whispers got louder.

"She's terrifying…"

"No wonder she's on Adam's team…"

"Is she always like that?"

Freya, watching from a distance, let out a slow, amused breath.

"Well," she said. "That's one way to say hello."

And as Adam finally reached the field, hands in his pockets, he walked past the broken bodies and stopped beside Aurora.

He looked at the survivors.

"You're not on the guest list," he said casually. "And now you're not even standing."

He gave them a once-over.

"Tell your boss..." He paused, then smiled lazily.

"Actually—don't. You won't be walking anywhere for a while."

The two survivors dropped to their knees, trembling.

Adam turned to Aurora, nodding once.

"Nice work. Maybe warn me next time?"

Aurora just gave him a look.

"You were too slow."

Adam smirked.

"Fair."

Adam looked at Aurora, expression calm. "Well, take it from here. You can see the future, right? So plug out any bad eggs and toss 'em now. I'm heading back to Earth—to check some stuff, bring the rest back. If there's anything you need from home… now's your chance to speak."

Aurora didn't even glance back. Her voice came sharp and cold.

"I don't want anything."

Then she walked off, the wind catching her coat as she vanished into the crowd—just like that.

Adam clicked his tongue. "Figures."

He looked around at the remaining arrivals—some still shaken, some pretending not to be.

His voice rang out, loud and clear:

"Alright. Who here can drive that mothership?"

A few people glanced at each other. Then, slowly, hands went up.

A tall woman in sleek white armor stepped forward, brushing red hair out of her face. "I can fly anything with wings, thrusters, or magic cores."

Next was a guy in goggles, coat full of grease stains. "Built a few like that back in Andron-5. Should be fun."

Then a pair of twins—probably no older than fifteen—raised their hands at the same time. "We trained on simulators. Together, we're the best."

Adam raised an eyebrow at them, then smirked.

"Alright. You lot, come with me."

Fwoosh.

A ripple in space. With a flick of his fingers, he teleported the group straight inside the mothership.

Flash.

They appeared on a wide command bridge—massive, sleek, futuristic. The air hummed softly. Crystal screens floated mid-air, shifting with faint pulses of light. The floor gleamed with soft silver plating, and from the wide panoramic window, the whole planet of Virelia stretched out below them—lush forests, glowing towers, shimmering atmosphere.

The group looked around in awe.

"Holy crap," the goggle guy muttered. "This is… this is not normal tech."

The redhead whistled low. "This thing could probably wipe out a moon."

The twins ran to the console and started syncing up. "Main reactor's dormant," one said. "We'll wake it."

The other added, "Primary nav-systems intact. Flight code is ancient, but we got it."

Adam stood at the center, hands in his pockets, watching them with a calm nod.

"Names," he said.

The redhead gave a sharp salute. "Commander Yara Seln. Former Sky Division. I'm your pilot."

The goggled guy smirked. "Theo. Tinkerer, mechanic, problem-solver. If it breaks, I fix it."

The twins spoke together. "Lyra. Luno. Psychic sync pilots. We control as one."

Adam nodded once.

"Good. Fire this thing up. Keep it on standby."

The ship pulsed once—soft thrumming beneath their feet as the energy cores came to life. Lights activated, systems began to move. The mothership—once dormant—was now awake.

Adam turned, walking toward the window. He looked out for a moment, then vanished in a quiet shimmer of light.

Fwoosh.

He reappeared on Kael'Thar's shoulder high in the sky—where the great beast was perched atop a floating mountain, wings folded, red-gold runes glowing across his scales.

Kael'Thar didn't even flinch.

"You're leaving?" he rumbled, deep voice echoing like distant thunder.

Adam stood there, arms folded, wind blowing through his coat.

"Just for a bit," he said. "Earth stuff. I'll be back before anyone misses me."

Kael'Thar's eyes narrowed, glowing faintly.

"…Don't take too long."

Adam gave a small grin. "You're starting to sound like my mom."

The beast snorted smoke.

And then—with a shimmer—Adam disappeared again, heading for Earth… as the skies above Virelia lit up with power.

A/N

Yes Kael'Thar can talk.

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