civilwarnovels Chapter 657: The Fall of Creation (2)
Chapter 657: The Fall of Creation (2)
While Netik found himself suffering from the past inflictions from over a trillion years ago, it was being who had lived far longer than that.
One who found herself looking utterly appalled.
The Mother floated silently above the vast, radiant Primordial Ocean she had created.
Its surface shimmered with endless streams of pure creative essence, a living sea of concepts and possibilities that stretched endlessly beneath her.
The white expanse around her was calm, almost peaceful — a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her mind.
In front of her, a projection of Ash’s message played on a loop. She had watched it countless times already, her expression growing darker with each repetition.
"Mommy... there’s a new Daddy in town now. So just hang tight until I’ve got time for you."
The Mother’s radiant eyes narrowed slightly.
"Daddy?" She muttered under her breath as the term was completely foreign to her.
And even though she had never personally stepped into the domain of Nonexistence, she could feel it.
The way Ash spoke, with that easy confidence in his tone, and the fact that he’d somehow managed to get a message to her from deep inside the Father’s territory — it was all the confirmation she needed.
He was there... but how? H
ow did he keep managing to slip past the boundaries, to defy the expectations and the carefully crafted fate set out for him?
A shadow of something like anger crossed her otherwise calm face.
It wasn’t the heat of rage, but a measured, deliberate kind of displeasure.
No.... this unruly child of hers had grown far beyond what she had intended. He had not only disrupted their game but had now dared to step into the Father’s domain and speak to her so brazenly.
"Boy... don’t think you’re bigger than the one who created you..."
Underneath the irritation, she couldn’t deny there was a spark of curiosity.
The words "Mommy" and "a new Daddy" kept echoing in her mind.
What was he getting at with that? Was it some strange reference to the Father, or was there a deeper meaning she just wasn’t seeing yet?
She kept her gaze fixed on the shimmering projection for a few lingering moments before raising her hand, letting it dissolve into drifting motes of light.
"I don’t know what’s happening with the Father," she muttered under her breath, her tone soft but weighted with unease.
"But I think it’s time to stop sitting still and start taking action."
The Mother paused, closing her eyes for just a heartbeat, as though weighing her choice one last time. When she looked up again, her face carried a calm, unshakable determination.
Without uttering a single word, she turned from the endless stretch of the Primordial Ocean and disappeared from the vastness of the Primordial Expanse.
For the first time since the dawn of existence itself, the Mother was ready to set foot in the Prime Expanse.
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Celeste, Aeloris, Seraphiel, and Tiamat walked through the 7th Threshold at a steady pace.
Nearly twelve hours had passed since they first entered the threshold of Supreme Will, and the state of the place had only grown worse with time.
The once-majestic floating fortress was falling apart.
Massive cracks ran through the stone that made up the structures, glowing faintly with unstable golden light.
Entire sections of the bastion had collapsed, leaving behind floating debris that drifted aimlessly through the air.
What should have been a disciplined military stronghold now looked like a dying beast, its body slowly breaking down from the inside.
Worse still were the Private Realms.
Scattered throughout the Threshold were the personal domains of its inhabitants — small, self-contained worlds where the beings of this Threshold lived and rested when they weren’t on the battlefield.
Now, many of these realms were splitting apart like shattered eggshells.
From the jagged cracks, dead bodies tumbled out—some still gripping their weapons tightly, others wearing expressions of shock, confusion, or sheer terror.
The realms themselves wavered and flickered, forms growing unstable until, at last, they crumbled away entirely into nothingness.
The four women walked past countless corpses scattered across the broken pathways and floating platforms.
One might assume they had simply grown weary of sightseeing and decided to call it quits.
But nothing could be further from the truth—the women had absolutely no involvement in what was happening.
These beings were just collapsing, dying without any apparent cause, though Celeste and the others could see clearly what was behind it all.
As they passed a cluster of fallen Wardens, Aeloris cast a glance their way, her green hair swaying lightly with her steps.
"...Ouch, I wonder if any other Threshold is like this," she murmured.
"The powers are so bound to existence that... even their Private Realms are coming apart. They didn’t even get the chance to fight."
The whole reason behind this in the first place had to do with how the Threshold operated, which was rooted in everything to do with Destiny, Fate, Karma, and so on.
They could all see it plainly, as when Ash finished his painting, a silent warning went off.
It wasn’t something that made the beings of this Threshold react or take action—quite the opposite, actually.
The moment Ash’s picture was complete, it was as if every thread of Fate, Destiny, and Karma had been completely severed—not just for individuals, but for the entire Prime Expanse.
As for Celeste, her purpose in choosing this Threshold from the start was to see exactly how they functioned in a realm caught up in an ongoing war.
Seraphiel’s red and black hair drifted behind her as she looked around with a sharp gaze.
"Well, so much for these beings keeping the other Thresholds safe through these threads. she replied, she knew that these beings in this Threshold.
They perhaps were one of the only Thresholds that saw the least amount of deployments.
Simply because they did all their work from their Thresholds. And they watched, altered, and mainted the Destiny’s of all the others on the battlefield.
"Looks like Husband has grown tired of waiting."
Tiamat walked with her arms crossed, her scaled tail swaying behind her as she casually kicked aside a shattered conceptual weapon on the ground.
"It’s a bit sad, I must say," she remarked, though her face showed no reaction to the carnage around her. With a low chuckle, she added,
"Most of these fools have no idea what’s really going on. They’re dying without even knowing why."
Celeste walked at the front, her golden blindfolds facing forward as she led them deeper into the Threshold. Her voice was calm but carried a trace of quiet certainty.
"They wouldn’t understand even if they were told," she said.
They continued walking in silence for a while, passing through collapsing corridors and broken plazas where more bodies lay scattered. Eventually, Aeloris spoke again, her tone slightly curious.
"So... we’re heading all the way to the top?"
Celeste nodded.
"Correct, we might as well look in on the Highest stations like we intended."
They strolled along at an easy pace, while bodies collapsed around them as though the light had simply vanished from their eyes.
Seraphiel lifted an eyebrow slightly.
"You really think the rulers of this place are still alive up there?"
Celeste didn’t slow her pace.
"Oh, Seraphiel don’t you know? " She questioned as it wouldn’t take anything at all for Seraphiel to easily get her answers.
"They are all having a big meeting about us right now."