Creation Of All Things-Chapter 143: Vorellus
"What's it like out there?" Alice asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity as she stared out into the endless stars. She was trying to picture it all—the other worlds, the galaxies, the unknown.
Adam didn't answer right away. He just smirked, that same smug, mysterious grin he always wore when he knew something no one else did.
"What do you think?" he finally said, voice calm, teasing.
Alice rolled her eyes and let out a soft sigh. "You're even more insufferable now," she muttered with a small smile.
But then… her smile slowly faded. Her eyes lost focus as old memories bubbled up. The rooftop chases. The late-night fights. The three of them—her, Adam, and Joshua—side by side, going after the Reaper Mafia. Doing what was right. Back when things were simple.
Her chest tightened.
Joshua.
He was always the heart of their little trio. And one day… he just vanished. No warning. No goodbye. She searched everywhere, every city, every back alley. Nothing. It was like he'd been wiped away.
Adam glanced at her, still smiling gently. He didn't need to ask. He knew exactly what she was thinking. He always did.
He reached out, ruffling her hair before pulling her close. She didn't resist. She leaned into him as he rested her head on his shoulder. Just like when they were kids.
Some distance away, floating quietly near a ring of debris, Franklin stood with his hands behind his back. His long silver hair drifted slightly in zero gravity. He watched the two with a warm smile.
"Good," he muttered to himself. "They're close."
The soft hum of the ship filled the silence, a low vibration running through the metal walls. Thin blue lines pulsed beneath the floor, like veins, guiding energy through the vessel. Outside the large windows, the universe stretched on forever.
Adam stood at the front of the command deck, arms folded, his eyes fixed on the flowing stars. His reflection stared back at him—calm, focused, unreadable.
Then, Yara's voice buzzed through the comms, crisp and steady.
"Adam, we'll be arriving at Vorellus in ten minutes."
He didn't move.
Alice, leaning against the side panel nearby, raised a brow. "Vorellus? Sounds like something you'd find in a horror movie."
Theo groaned from under the floor panel he was still fixing. "Oh great. First jump into the big galaxy and we're heading into a junkyard run by space pirates."
"Exciting," Lyra said flatly, her eyes still glowing as she monitored the psychic sensors.
From the overhead projector, the galaxy map adjusted. Vorellus blinked into focus—a rough, ugly planet on the outer ring of a region marked Hazard Zone.
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Luno glanced at it and frowned. "There's barely any info on it. Just rumors. Scavengers, wreckage… and things people don't walk away from."
Yara looked over her shoulder from the pilot's seat. "There's no established port either. We'll have to free-dock and hope something doesn't eat the ship."
Adam finally turned around, stepping down from the front. The circular platform in the center lit up under his boots as he spoke.
"I don't know much about this."
He looked around at everyone—"I will be going to get someone from there, so trouble may come while you are here."
Jordan cracked his knuckles, grinning. "I say let them come."
Raina leaned back on her crate, chewing gum like it was her job. "Just tell me who to punch."
Theo, now wiping oil off his fingers, mumbled, "Let's not die on the first stop though. That'd suck."
Yara tilted her head slightly. "You really think Vorellus has what you are looking for?"
Adam's eyes locked onto the swirling image of the planet ahead. "I know who I'll find… just that this part of the part of the universe is a no man land, so be careful."
Suddenly, the ship jolted gently.
Yara tapped the panel. "Exiting interspace in five. Dropping out of stream… now."
Outside, space seemed to snap. The stars returned to normal, and Vorellus appeared before them—a massive, dark planet wrapped in green and violet clouds. Its orbit was littered with shattered ships, broken satellites, and massive hunks of ancient metal.
It looked dead.
It didn't feel dead.
The whole crew went quiet.
Then, Theo spoke up.
"…Okay, yeah, definitely horror movie vibes."
Adam stared at the planet, then slowly smirked.
"Yara, prep docking sequence. Everyone wait for me to get back, no one gets off the ship, Jordan you are up."
Jordan gave a small nod, hands in his pockets, as Adam vanished in a blink—gone in a flicker of light.
One second he was there.
The next… nothing.
The deck stayed quiet for a beat. No sound. Just the low, steady hum of the ship floating above the broken planet.
Then—
BOOM.
Adam reappeared on the surface of Vorellus in a flash of static. His boots hit the cracked ground with a low thud, dust and ash kicking up around him.
Dark sky. Faint purple clouds swirling. The ruins of some ancient battle stretched in every direction—crushed ships, twisted metal, bones that didn't look human. It was quiet. Too quiet.
He stood still, eyes scanning.
A hollow wind swept past, dragging the stench of rust and something else—burnt, rotting, old.
He exhaled softly. "Nice place."
A low rumble echoed from deeper inside the wreckage. Something metallic shifting.
Adam didn't react. He just walked forward like he didn't care, hands still in his coat pockets, cloak flapping behind him with each step.
Back on the ship, Yara watched the monitor. "He's on the ground. Readings are weird… like the whole planet's glitching."
Lyra frowned. "I can't sync with it. It's like the surface is blocking thought."
Luno shook his head. "No, not blocking. Swallowing."
Theo raised a brow. "That's… not better."
Jordan stepped forward, still watching the screen. "Something's already watching him."
Yara didn't blink. "Of course it is."
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On the surface, Adam stopped.
A dozen red dots flickered in the dark ahead.
One by one, figures emerged from the shadows—worn armor, glowing eyes, scavenger blades in hand. Pirates. But not the loud kind. These moved quiet. Clean. Like hunters.
The leader stepped forward, his mask scratched and glowing. He tilted his head.
"You're not from around here."
Adam smiled slightly, just one corner of his mouth.
"Lucky guess."
"You alone?"
Adam shrugged. "For now."
The pirate raised his blade. "Then this'll be easy."
Adam tilted his head, cracked his neck slowly.
"You sure?"
He vanished.
One breath.
Then—FLASH.
Seconds later
Adam stood behind the last pirate still standing, blade of violet energy hovering near his neck.
The others were already on the floor, groaning or out cold.
Adam whispered in his ear, calm:
"Take me to whoever's in charge."
The pirate didn't hesitate.
He dropped his weapon.
And ran.
