Creation Of All Things

The moment the sky cracked overhead, the Endlands began to shift.

Not crumble.

Not fall.

Just… change.

Like it knew what was coming—and wanted to look away.

Adam took one step forward, eyes locked on Eli and the now transformed Kaiden. His hand clenched, golden-white light surging down his arm like living law ready to strike judgment.

But before he could move—

A hand caught his shoulder.

Firm. Burning.

"Big bro," came the voice.

Low. Controlled. But smoldering underneath.

"Let me do this one."

Adam paused.

He looked back.

And saw him.

Alfred.

Gone was the teasing grin. Gone was the boy who turned chaos into jokes. What stood there now… was a furnace given form.

His eyes were molten.

His coat peeled back, revealing flame-scarred armor etched with ancient markings. His hair whipped in the searing heat now rising from his skin—embers dancing like war banners.

The ground beneath him blackened with every breath.

Joshua blinked. "Oh… hell. He's serious."

Aurora exhaled. "That's not just Alfred."

Vael gave a low whistle. "That's the Monarch of Flames."

Alfred stepped past Adam, his boots leaving smoldering prints in the bones of the Endlands.

He didn't say anything to Eli or Kaiden.

He just looked at them.

And they felt it.

"You pretended to be my nephew."

The words hit harder than any punch.

"You conspired to destroy the only people I've ever called family."

He raised his hand.

The air ignited.

"You made me angry."

Eli took a small step back, his smug grin faltering. "Oh no… he's pissed."

Adam turned away, his voice sharp. "Finish this, Alfred. And then meet us."

He tore space open beside him—a rift of spiraling golden sigils and burning light.

The Celestial Plane.

He looked back once at his brother, nodded, then vanished through the gate with Aurora, Aria, Joshua, Alice, and Vael following.

The moment the portal sealed behind them—

Everything went quiet.

Alfred flexed his fingers once.

And the entire basin exploded in flame.

Flame vs Void

Kaiden lunged first—raw power bursting from his fists like black comets.

Alfred met him head-on, fist colliding with fist.

BOOOOM—

The impact created a shockwave that vaporized the sky.

They flew apart.

Kaiden slammed into a floating rock pillar, blasting it to shards. Alfred didn't land. He walked on air, fire stepping beneath his boots like the world rewrote itself to hold him.

Kaiden shot toward him again, arms coated in writhing shadows.

Alfred sidestepped, spun midair, and elbowed him in the spine—crashing him back into the ground below.

Then came Eli.

His wings unfolded, slashing reality open in jagged lines of anti-space. He hurled a spear of raw Origin energy at Alfred's chest.

Alfred caught it.

The entire Endlands winced.

He gripped the spear tight—and snapped it in half.

"Try harder," he said.

Eli screamed and rushed in.

Claws of compressed dimension energy slashed toward Alfred's face.

Alfred raised his hand—and a wall of dragonfire erupted in an arc, catching Eli mid-swing.

WHOOSH—

Eli flew backward, crashing into Kaiden's recovering body.

The smoke didn't have time to settle.

Alfred raised both hands to the sky.

The world changed.

Red.

Orange.

Gold.

The sky above ignited like the birth of a new sun, and runes carved themselves into the clouds.

"Domain: Crimson Crown."

Flames rained down like swords.

The very space warped—Alfred's Dominion fully unleashed.

Nothing here burned except what he allowed.

And right now?

He allowed everything.

Kaiden screamed, forming void shields with his arms.

Too slow.

Too small.

Alfred appeared behind him—faster than light, faster than time could blink.

He punched through the shield—and Kaiden's chest.

Shadow sprayed like black blood.

Eli roared, his entire body unraveling into fractured tendrils. He reformed behind Alfred and fired a blast of pure Origin Flame.

Alfred turned, one palm raised.

BOOM—

The attack slammed into him point-blank.

Dust.

Silence.

Then—

A glow inside the dust cloud.

Alfred walked out—completely untouched.

Eyes glowing.

Teeth gritted.

"My turn."

He vanished—

—and reappeared midair, with both fists ablaze in white-hot flame.

He slammed them downward.

"Cinderfall."

A beam of absolute fire—the kind that only obeyed him—crashed into Eli and Kaiden, locking them in a prison of collapsing temperature and pressure.

They screamed.

But it wasn't pain.

It was humiliation.

They were being overwritten.

Alfred descended slowly, walking through the beam like it didn't touch him.

As he neared the edge of their suffering, he raised a single finger.

One spark.

It detonated the entire basin.

KRAKOOOOOOM!

The ground split for miles.

Reality peeled like wet paper.

When the fire finally faded—

Kaiden was on one knee, his form twitching, one arm missing.

Eli floated above him, breath heaving, his wings torn and eyes wide with rage.

Alfred stood at the center.

Unburned.

Unbothered.

"You're not replacements," he said, voice low and final.

"You're just… disappointments."

Kaiden screamed, forming a massive black sword with his remaining arm.

He charged again.

Alfred raised his own hand.

And for the first time—

He called it.

A blade of living fire—longer than any weapon should be. Made from the first flame the gods ever feared.

Infernastra.

It burned so hot, it didn't glow.

It just was.

Kaiden swung.

Alfred swung back.

CLANG—

Only one blade survived.

The void sword shattered on contact.

Alfred's blade didn't stop.

He spun—and with a scream that split the Endlands in half—

He cleaved Kaiden clean in two.

Eli tried to flee.

Tried to open a gate.

But Alfred pointed.

And flames shot through space itself.

The portal closed before it opened.

Eli froze, back turned.

"You took my parents," Alfred said, walking forward. "You pretended to be family."

Eli turned, desperation leaking into his voice.

"Alfred, listen—"

Alfred snapped his fingers.

And Eli's body ignited from the inside out.

No fire.

No spectacle.

Just… heat.

So hot that even time hesitated.

Eli dropped.

Twitched.

Then disintegrated.

Only ash remained.

Alfred turned slowly.

The Endlands were silent again.

And this time?

They stayed that way.

He looked at the sky.

The tear Adam had made still pulsed, waiting.

Alfred took one breath, slid Infernastra across his back, and stepped into the light.

"…Big bro's gonna owe me a drink for that."