Creation Of All Things-Chapter 156: The Power Couple Vs Selene 1

A blast rocked the battlefield.

Freya hurled herself sideways as one of the black beams tore a chunk out of a nearby warship. Metal twisted and screamed as the ship collapsed into itself, becoming a black hole of wreckage.

Raphael didn't dodge.

He charged.

Blood streamed from his side where Selene's blade had pierced him, but he didn't even slow down. He grabbed a floating chunk of destroyed ship — bigger than a house — and threw it straight at Selene like a madman.

The hunk of metal spun through the void, burning, breaking apart.

Selene waved one hand.

The metal split clean in half without even touching her.

But it covered her sight for half a second — and that was all Raphael needed.

He smashed through the debris with a roar, fist cocked back, white energy swirling around his arm like a hurricane.

Selene barely managed to block, her arm jolting back as Raphael's punch landed. The shockwave rippled across the battlefield, warping the space around them like water.

Freya blurred in behind Raphael.

Sword flashing.

Frost exploded out in a spiral as she swung.

Selene ducked under the blade, her hair slicing apart in thin strands from the near miss. She countered fast — slashing a knife-hand strike across Freya's ribs, drawing a fountain of blood.

Freya gasped but spun away, leaving a trail of mist behind her.

Above them, the Night Sovereign's cannons fired again — but this time the beams twisted, bending unnaturally toward Raphael and Freya like they were alive.

Freya snarled under her breath and slammed her sword into the void beneath her feet.

BOOM.

A ring of ice exploded outward, thick and jagged, catching the beams and deflecting them at weird angles. Some beams tore into Selene's own fleet, blowing Nightborn ships into flaming skeletons.

Selene didn't even blink.

She moved through the chaos like a phantom, sidestepping a crumbling battleship as it crashed down behind her.

And then she was on them again.

She flicked her wrist.

Chains of blood burst from her fingertips, whipping across the void, aiming for Raphael.

Raphael didn't dodge.

He grabbed the chains with both hands — and pulled.

The force ripped Selene forward.

For a split second, her balance broke.

Raphael grinned like a lunatic and drove his knee straight into her face.

CRUNCH.

The impact sent Selene flying back, blood spraying from her mouth in dark ribbons. She tumbled through the air, flipping wildly before catching herself with a burst of dark energy.

Freya wasn't far behind.

She hurled a barrage of ice spears, each one sharp enough to skewer a star.

Selene clapped her hands together.

A dome of black mist exploded around her, swallowing the spears, swallowing the light.

Freya sliced through the mist, eyes blazing, not slowing down.

And then — a dagger of crimson mist shot out of the dome, catching Freya right in the shoulder.

She staggered, teeth gritted.

Selene followed, stepping out of the mist like a goddess of death, another blade forming in her hand.

But she didn't get a chance to strike.

Because Raphael came crashing down like a meteor, fists blazing white-hot.

He slammed into Selene with both fists together.

BOOM.

The void cracked.

A shockwave of raw force ripped outward, blasting Nightborn into nothingness.

Selene skidded back, her armor dented, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She smiled — sharp, wolfish.

"You're entertaining," she said.

Then she vanished.

No sound. No flash.

Just gone.

Freya froze, senses screaming.

Too late.

Selene reappeared behind her, blade already stabbing forward.

Freya twisted, but the dagger caught her in the gut.

Blood sprayed from her mouth.

Selene pulled back and kicked Freya hard, sending her spinning into a broken wreck of a cruiser.

Raphael roared, fury flooding his veins.

He launched himself forward, fists blazing. Every punch was a bomb, a cannon blast, a goddamn earthquake.

Selene weaved between the strikes, fast and smooth. She ducked a hook, parried a jab, sidestepped an uppercut — but even she couldn't avoid them all.

One blow grazed her ribs — enough to crumple the plating there.

Another punch caught her thigh, smashing bone underneath.

Selene hissed, blood dripping down her armor now.

But she was still smiling.

Raphael lunged in again — too wild, too open — and Selene exploited it.

Her blade whipped up — slicing clean through Raphael's left bicep.

Blood sprayed in a massive arc.

His arm didn't come off — but it hung useless now, muscles torn, bones cracked.

He didn't stop.

Didn't hesitate.

He just switched arms and kept punching.

Selene's eyes flashed with excitement.

She countered — driving her dagger into Raphael's side again — but he grabbed her by the face with his good hand.

And squeezed.

Bones cracked.

Selene snarled and blasted a point-blank wave of dark energy into his chest.

The explosion shredded Raphael's armor, ripping flesh underneath, tossing him back through space like a broken doll.

But he twisted mid-air, slamming his foot into a floating piece of debris, rebounding straight back at her.

Selene raised her arm to block — but Freya was there.

She came screaming out of the wreckage of the cruiser, bloodied and furious, sword burning with cold flame.

Her slash ripped across Selene's side, carving deep.

Black blood gushed out.

Selene stumbled.

Raphael barreled into her like a truck, slamming her through three Nightborn warships one after the other.

Each impact was a bomb going off.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

They finally crashed onto a broken battlefield, a twisted mess of ruined ships and floating bodies.

Selene rose slowly, armor dented, hair wild, one eye bleeding.

Raphael dropped to one knee, panting, blood dripping from a dozen wounds.

Freya hovered above, barely standing, her sword crackling with unstable energy.

The Nightborn circled around again, endless, tireless.

Selene lifted her hand.

The Night Sovereign roared in the background, charging up for another volley.

Freya steadied herself.

Raphael wiped the blood from his mouth, grinning like a maniac.

Selene smiled back, a savage glint in her bleeding eye.

They all moved at once.

Selene unleashed a storm of black chains, thousands of them, crisscrossing the void.

Freya danced between them, her sword leaving trails of frost that shattered the chains mid-air.

Raphael didn't dodge.

He punched straight through the chains, his fists breaking them with brute force, blood pouring from his knuckles.

Selene met him head-on.

They clashed — fist against blade, muscle against magic.

Every hit broke bones.

Every slash tore flesh.

Selene carved bloody gashes across Raphael's chest, arms, face — but he kept coming, kept swinging, a mad engine of destruction.

Freya found an opening — a single perfect moment — and drove her sword straight through Selene's side.

Selene gasped, blood spraying from her mouth.

Raphael seized the chance.

He grabbed Selene by the throat.

And squeezed.

She thrashed, blood dripping down his arm.

But Selene wasn't done.

Darkness exploded out of her body, blasting them both apart.

Freya slammed into a wrecked warship, coughing blood.

Raphael hit a shattered cruiser, the impact breaking ribs.

Selene floated there, bleeding heavily, panting, but still smiling.

"You're fun," she whispered hoarsely.

Behind her, the Night Sovereign's cannons finished charging.

The sky turned black.

The final shot prepared to fire — a beam big enough to erase a planet.

Freya staggered to her feet.

Raphael wiped blood from his eyes, rising slowly.

Selene spread her arms wide, laughing softly.

The battlefield screamed.

The cannons roared.

And the final shot fired.

Straight at them.