Creation Of All Things-Chapter 205: Time To Stop Thinking

Of course. Here's the rewritten and continued version in the anime-style tone you like—grounded, cinematic, and simple without overly dramatic grammar. This expands on Adam's response to Aurora's disappearance and introduces the power structure of the Origin Realm:

Krayon Sol – The Old Tower's Edge

The wind whispered through the jagged spires of the broken tower, brushing past the lone figure who sat at its ledge.

Adam.

His coat fluttered gently, silver hair catching the moonlight. Below him, Krayon Sol moved as it always did—alive, loud, and oblivious.

Then he heard it.

The soft whisper of a comm rune lighting up beside him. A message. One word.

"Missing."

He didn't need more. He already knew who.

He closed his eyes. Breathed out.

Then sighed.

"…Of course."

He stood.

Not with urgency. Not with panic. But like a storm that had been waiting long enough.

He cracked his neck to the side. A low pop echoed in the air. Then the other.

A grin spread across his face.

Wide.

Hungry.

"I guess that's my cue."

No more pretending.

No more diplomacy.

They had taken her.

Now it was his turn.

No buildup. No plan.

This time, he was ending it.

In one move.

One strike.

One tap.

Power System of the Origin Realm

Adam's thoughts drifted as the wind pushed against him. He'd spent days mapping this world's structure. The Origin Realm had order—even in its chaos.

A hierarchy. A food chain. Power layered like old ruins stacked on top of each other.

At the bottom were the Steel-Born, warriors with forged cores and martial bodies. Strength of will and weapon. The basics.

Above them, the Arcane-Binders, wielders of elemental and spatial magic, grounded in laws and formulas.

Then came the Blessed, touched by outer forces—spirit beasts, celestial lineage, forgotten gods.

Above the Blessed stood the Monarchs.

Rulers.

Not just of nations—but of domains.

Time, gravity, space, emotion, dream.

They didn't just fight with power.

They fought with concepts.

And above the Monarchs, those few who could tear the rules apart and write their own—

True Gods.

Not a title.

A race.

Extinct to most. Faded from record.

Only a handful remained. Some asleep. Some lost.

Some… simply vanished.

Joshua's real father had been one.

A True God.

A being who walked outside the idea of mortality.

His disappearance shattered balance.

And left scars in the sky.

Opposing them, of course—

The Devils.

Not fallen. Not corrupted.

Just… born from the wrong side of creation.

Where True Gods stood for stability, legacy, and design—the Devils thrived on disorder, rebirth, and raw evolution.

Two sides of a coin that shouldn't have been flipped.

Adam stepped off the ledge of the tower.

And didn't fall.

He walked into the sky—each step crackling with quiet light, footprints left behind for only a second before fading.

"I know where you are, Spiral."

He looked forward, eyes glowing now, not with rage—but with purpose.

"And Architect… you shouldn't have touched her."

He drew in a breath, and the air around him shimmered like glass under pressure.

Then he smiled again.

"Let's finish this farce."

Far Beyond – In the Rift

Somewhere deep in the layered folds of the void, the Spiral paused.

Its many voices faltered.

"…He's moving."

The Architect turned his head slightly.

"Adam?"

The Spiral curled tighter.

"No. That thing. That anomaly."

"…Good," the Architect murmured. "Let him come."

"No," the Spiral hissed. "You don't understand."

And for the first time in eons, there was something behind its voice.

Not madness.

Not control.

But fear.

Back in Krayon Sol, the skies stirred.

The wind shifted.

Something unseen stepped into motion.

And as Adam vanished from the city's horizon, one thought echoed from every place that knew power:

A True Predator is finally hunting.

Ostarius

The candlelight flickered across the old marble walls, casting long, tired shadows over maps, scrolls, and half-drawn sigils.

Joshua paced the floor.

Again.

Back and forth, boots thudding softly on the stone, his coat dragging behind him like a storm he couldn't shake.

Alice stood by the doorway, arms crossed, watching him.

After a while, she walked closer.

"Joshua," she said gently. "What are you thinking about?"

He didn't stop pacing. Just let out a breath through his nose.

"I don't know," he muttered. "I'm… trying to figure out the next move. But nothing feels right. And Adam—" He paused, jaw clenched. "He's nowhere."

Alice nodded, stepping closer, her voice calm and clear.

"That's because he's already decided."

Joshua turned, confused. "What do you mean?"

She looked him in the eye.

"The mother of his child is missing. What did you expect him to do? Wait for permission? Make a plan? He's not like you."

Joshua looked away.

Alice softened.

"He's moving because he can't sit still. That's how he shows he cares. And maybe you need to do the same."

Joshua didn't say anything.

Then, after a moment, she added, "I can take you to him, if you want."

He hesitated. Looked at her. Then shook his head.

"No," he said quietly. "You're safer here. I don't want you near what's coming."

Alice frowned, but didn't argue. She knew him too well.

Joshua turned, walking again.

Only this time, the world shifted.

The corridor blurred around him. The war room fell away.

And when he stepped forward—

He was somewhere else.

Aetherial Cliff – Between Krayon Sol and the Rift

The clouds rolled beneath his feet like smoke.

Above, the stars blinked behind thin layers of stormlight.

And standing at the edge of the floating cliff, coat swaying in the void breeze—

Was Adam.

Arms folded. Eyes fixed on the horizon like he could already see the Spiral's teeth coming through.

He didn't turn. Just smiled slightly as Joshua stepped up beside him.

"Took you long enough."

Joshua exhaled. "Could say the same."

Adam glanced at him. "Let me guess. You were pacing."

Joshua didn't answer.

Adam chuckled under his breath.

"Still trying to outthink them, huh?"

Joshua looked down at the endless sky beneath them.

"Thinking is all I've got."

Adam raised a brow. "No, it's not."

Silence hung between them. Heavy. But not empty.

Joshua finally asked, "You're going for her?"

Adam's grin faded.

"Of course."

"And the Spiral?"

Adam's silver eyes narrowed, glowing faint.

"I'm going through him."

A beat passed.

Then Joshua asked, "Need backup?"

Adam tilted his head, the ghost of a smirk returning.

"Are you asking as Zayriel, the former ruler of Krayon Sol… or as the guy who can't stop pacing around his girlfriend?"

Joshua chuckled. Just once.

"Both."

Adam clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Then let's bring her home."

And the wind howled around them as the two figures stood side by side, the stars above witnessing the quiet beginning of the end.