Creation Of All Things-Chapter 106: The True Might Of Wraith 1

"Duly noted."

While all this was happening, the rest of the students were completely unaware of the danger lurking just beyond their sight.

The Voidstrider glided smoothly through space, weaving past glowing nebulae and distant planets. It was peaceful—too peaceful.

Then it happened.

BOOM!

The entire ship trembled as explosions erupted along its hull. Alarms blared. Lights flickered. Students who had been admiring the view were thrown off balance, their awe turning to panic in an instant.

From the darkness of space, enemy ships emerged, moving fast—too fast.

The attackers boarded in seconds, their forms shifting as they stepped onto the ship. They looked human. Dressed like mercenaries, nothing unusual at first glance. But beneath the disguises, they were something else entirely.

Abyssborn.

They had hidden their true forms, blending in to avoid bringing the wrath of the Origin Academy onto their entire species. But their intent was clear.

This wasn't just an ambush.

It was a massacre waiting to happen.

Or so they thought.

A tense silence filled the air for a split second—then chaos erupted.

Students screamed as the intruders moved in, weapons drawn, eyes cold and calculating. The instructors reacted instantly, barking orders, trying to shield the students while drawing their own weapons. But the Abyssborn were fast, too fast. They struck with precision, cutting down security systems and locking the ship's main exits.

Aurora barely flinched, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the invaders. "They're good," she muttered, "but sloppy."

Adam, standing beside her, cracked his neck, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Looks like they don't know who they're dealing with."

One of the disguised Abyssborn lunged at him, blade gleaming under the flickering lights.

SHNK!

Before anyone could blink, Adam had moved. His hand shot forward, gripping the attacker's face. There was a sickening crunch as he drove the Abyssborn's skull into the metal wall, leaving a deep dent. The lifeless body slumped to the floor.

The room fell into stunned silence. Even the other Abyssborn hesitated for a second.

Joshua, standing nearby, swallowed hard. "Holy shit, Adam."

Adam let go of the body, shaking off the blood from his hand. "What?" He grinned. "They started it."

That was all it took.

The Abyssborn snapped out of their shock, weapons igniting as they rushed forward. The instructors engaged, but it was clear—they were outnumbered.

Aurora sighed, stepping forward. "Fine. Guess I'll help this once."

With a flick of her wrist, the lights above shattered, plunging the room into momentary darkness.

Then, all hell broke loose.

The room plunged into darkness, the only sources of light coming from emergency beacons and the glow of distant stars through the observation windows. A second later, the battle erupted.

Aurora moved first.

From her body, ghostly blue constructs flared to life—sharp-edged, otherworldly weapons forming in her hands. A translucent spear materialized just as an Abyssborn charged at her. She didn't hesitate. With an effortless thrust, she drove the spear through his chest, his body flickering as his disguise shattered, revealing his monstrous form beneath.

Another attacker came from her left. She twisted, and in a blink, a second Aurora stepped out from her like a phantom. The clone slashed forward, cutting the Abyssborn down before dissolving into wisps of light. Aurora's gaze was cold, calculating. Primordial Cognition was kicking in—every movement of the enemy, every possible counterattack, all unfolding in her mind like she had already fought this battle a thousand times.

Joshua was next.

A flicker of crimson light surged around him as he planted his feet, his hands tightening into fists. "You guys picked the wrong ship," he muttered.

An Abyssborn leaped at him, claws gleaming. Joshua didn't even flinch. He ducked under the swipe and countered with a devastating uppercut. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ship as the enemy's body folded backward, crashing into the ceiling before slamming back down. Before another enemy could react, Joshua spun, throwing a kick so fast it blurred. The Abyssborn's neck snapped mid-air as he was launched into the far wall.

Mael wasn't far behind.

Unlike the others, his fighting style was pure speed. The moment the attack started, he had already moved. The Abyssborn barely saw him as he blurred between them, appearing and disappearing in flashes. A knife in one hand, a plasma-coated short sword in the other, he was like a storm—cutting down enemies in the blink of an eye.

One Abyssborn swung at him. He wasn't there anymore.

He reappeared behind the attacker, his blade already slicing through. Blood sprayed across the floor as the enemy collapsed. Another tried to shoot him—he twisted mid-air, caught the bullet between two fingers, and flung it back, straight through the shooter's skull.

The instructors were holding their own, but it was clear—the students weren't just holding back; they were dominating.

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Adam watched, arms crossed, an amused smirk on his face.

An Abyssborn finally got the guts to charge him.

Bad idea.

Adam caught the attacker's wrist mid-strike. The Abyssborn struggled for a second before realizing—he couldn't move. Adam hadn't just grabbed him. He had crushed his wrist completely.

"Try harder," Adam said, his grin widening.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, he twisted the wrist at an unnatural angle. The Abyssborn howled in agony. Adam slammed his free hand into the enemy's chest and sent him flying like a ragdoll, crashing through several other attackers in the process.

Another one rushed him, this time with a plasma blade.

Adam sighed. "Seriously?"

He stepped forward. In one swift motion, he grabbed the attacker's weapon, yanked it away, and drove it through their own throat before kicking them aside like garbage. His movements were effortless, almost casual.

The battle was intense, but it wasn't a struggle.

The Abyssborn had made a mistake.

They had underestimated the students of Origin Academy.

Aurora, Joshua, and Mael were cutting through enemies like seasoned warriors, their abilities overwhelming even the more experienced Abyssborn fighters. The instructors, though surprised, adjusted quickly, realizing the students were more than capable of handling the situation.

But something was off.

Aurora's eyes flickered with something sharp, a realization clicking in her mind. Her instincts screamed.

She twisted her spear, slicing through an enemy's torso before stepping back, scanning the battlefield. The Abyssborn were strong, but they weren't using their full strength. This wasn't just an ambush.

It was a distraction.

"Adam!" she called out, her voice cutting through the chaos.

He turned to her, one eyebrow raised. "Yeah?"

"They're stalling."

The words barely left her mouth when the ship trembled again.

A new presence arrived.

A massive, hulking figure stepped through the breach in the hull, the very air around him warping with sheer pressure. His two arms flexed, claws gleaming. His eyes locked onto Adam.

Malakar had arrived.

The room seemed to freeze for a moment. Even the remaining Abyssborn hesitated, stepping back as their leader took center stage.

Adam's smirk never wavered. In fact, it widened.

Malakar cracked his knuckles, his deep voice echoing through the chamber. "I've been looking forward to this."

Adam rolled his shoulders, stepping forward. "Same."