Creation Of All Things-Chapter 109: Supreme Monarch

"It's happening."

Cecelia's voice was calm, but her glowing white eyes burned with intensity.

"The birth of the Supreme Monarch. The strongest being in the universe is coming into existence… I can't see who it is. Which means… I already know."

Rael's expression darkened. The Celestial man—her brother—crossed his arms, his golden aura pulsing slightly.

"This is getting out of hand," he muttered. "That Adam boy… he's going to change everything we know about the universe."

He knew why Cecelia couldn't see it. There was only one being she had ever failed to read—only one existence that slipped past her sight like a shadow in the void.

Even the Lord of Dominion, as terrifying as he was, couldn't fully hide from her. She would never dare look into his future—he would know—but the fact that she could meant something.

Adam was different.

Even when Cecelia tried to force her sight upon him, when she forced herself to see beyond the veil—

All she felt was death staring back at her.

She scoffed, shifting her gaze to Rael.

"Didn't you think this was 'interesting' before?"

Rael let out a low breath, shaking his head.

"I won't lie—it is still interesting," he admitted. "The fact that the boy harnessed Universal Energy the very first time he touched it? That's not luck. That's not talent. That's something beyond comprehension."

There was respect in his voice.

But also something else.

A silent understanding.

"Still…" His eyes darkened. "Potential like that? It could be the greatest thing to happen to the universe…"

He looked up, his celestial aura swirling around him like a storm.

"Or the worst."

"Yeah, but the prophecy of the Supreme Monarch never said anything about him being the destroyer of the universe." Cecelia said, arms crossed.

Rael gave her a sharp look.

"And it never said anything about him being its savior, either."

Cecelia exhaled. She hated when he had a point.

Rael leaned forward slightly. "Forget Adam for a second. What about Wraith?" His voice was lower now, serious. "Why is he back now? And if he's back… does that mean the Monarch of Destruction has returned too?"

Cecelia's expression didn't change, but Rael knew his sister well enough to notice the flicker of unease in her glowing eyes.

Today had been a day.

Two things happened—both big enough to shake the entire universe.

First, Adam—somehow—harnessed Universal Energy.

And second…

The return of the Absolute Monarch of Blood and Shadow.

Wraith.

The moment he reappeared, the very fabric of the universe trembled.

Because Wraith wasn't just any Monarch. He was an Absolute Monarch.

And that meant something.

The Ranks of Monarchs

Even among Monarchs, there was a hierarchy.

1. Lesser Monarchs – The weakest, but still far beyond normal beings. They ruled over minor dominions, feared but not untouchable.

2. High Monarchs – Their power stretched across galaxies. Rulers of entire civilizations, their names were etched into history.

3. Grand Monarchs – These were legends. Their existence shaped the flow of the universe. Gods feared them. Empires bowed to them.

4. Absolute Monarchs – And then… there were the Absolutes.

They didn't rule galaxies.

They didn't rule empires.

They ruled concepts.

Their existence wasn't just powerful—it was fundamental. Forces of nature wrapped in flesh and blood. There weren't many of them. In fact, they could be counted on one hand.

And Wraith was one of them.

Rael clenched his jaw.

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"If Wraith is back… that means the balance is shifting."

He met Cecelia's gaze.

"And if the Monarch of Destruction returns too—"

Cecelia's fingers tightened around her sleeve.

She didn't need him to finish that sentence.

Cecelia closed her eyes, her glowing white irises pulsing as she reached out to grasp the threads of fate. She wanted answers. Now that both Adam and Wraith were back, what would happen next?

But something was wrong.

Instead of glimpsing the future, her vision was yanked backward.

The flow of time twisted, dragging her into the past.

She saw him—

The Monarch of Destruction.

But this wasn't the present. She could tell immediately. He was still trapped in the prison dimension forged by the Lord of Dominion—a place where time itself barely existed, designed to hold only the most dangerous beings.

Cecelia frowned.

Why was she seeing this?

Then—

Her breath caught.

The Monarch of Destruction wasn't just imprisoned.

He was dead.

Someone had killed him.

The realization slammed into her like a collapsing star. It didn't make sense. The Lord of Dominion had only sealed him, not executed him. The prison dimension was supposed to hold him indefinitely, weakened but alive.

And yet…

There he was. Motionless. Silent. A corpse.

Cecelia's vision blurred as whispers of the past echoed around her. Faint, distant, like a story half-erased from existence.

Then she saw it.

A shadow.

Not a person. Not a being. Just a presence—an unseen force standing over the fallen Monarch's body.

And before she could make out who or what it was—

The vision shattered.

Cecelia's eyes snapped open, her breath shaky.

Rael immediately noticed her distress.

"Cecelia?"

She didn't answer at first. Her heart was pounding.

"He's dead."

Rael blinked. "Who?"

Cecelia looked at him, her glowing eyes swirling with something unreadable.

"The Monarch of Destruction."

Rael frowned. "That's impossible. He was—"

"Sealed, I know. But I just saw it. He died in that prison dimension."

Silence hung between them.

Then Rael's expression darkened.

"If that's true… then who the hell killed him?"

Adam's Personal Dimension

Wraith carried Adam inside, his expression unreadable as he placed him on a bed in one of the buildings within the Dimension. Adam was unconscious, his body still radiating faint traces of that unstable, raw energy.

Wraith didn't waste time. He turned and strode outside, intent on finding Adam's clone to fix this mess—

But the moment he stepped out, he froze.

The entire Dimension was empty.

No movement. No voices. Just an eerie, unnatural silence.

Krozak stood in the middle of it all, looking completely stunned. His sharp eyes darted around, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

"They're… gone," Krozak muttered. His voice wasn't loud, but in the silence, it felt deafening.

Wraith narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, gone?"

"I mean one second, Adam's clones were everywhere, doing their thing, and the next—" Krozak exhaled sharply, his hands twitching at his sides. "—they just vanished. Poof. Like they were never here."

Wraith's expression darkened. That wasn't normal.

At all.

Without another word, he turned and headed back inside.

"What's going on?" Krozak called after him, following quickly.

"Adam did something reckless," Wraith muttered, his voice tight. "And right now, the only person who can save him—"

He pushed open the door, glancing at Adam's unconscious form.

"—is Adam himself."