Chapter 291: Adam, Eve

THUD!

After contacting her Elders, Eliya didn’t wait another heartbeat. She knelt as the Gate fully materialized and burst open.

The air in Luminos Sanctum thrummed with anticipation.

Before her, the gate that formed was no simple doorway—it was a towering arch of ice and living flame, humming with restrained power. The ground trembled faintly beneath Eliya’s knees as the structure stabilized, its surface rippling like a heartbeat.

She bowed her head—long silver hair spilling forward, six wings of pure light folding tight against her back—as the archway split open with a low, resonant—

HUMMMM!

The gates parted, revealing two figures.

A man stepped out first.

He had short black hair.

A lean, sculpted frame beneath simple white robes that clung to his nine‑foot form like carved marble.

His eyes were deep obsidian, and behind him unfurled twelve wings—six black, six white—each feather radiating a quiet, terrifying authority.

Beside him walked a woman.

She had long golden hair flowed like molten sunlight, a radiant halo hovering behind her head and casting soft shadows across her flawless features.

She matched the man’s height, clad in silver silk robes that shimmered with inner light. Unlike him, she bore no wings—only that halo, which did not feel holy not one bit.

This was Adam and Eve—Nephilim born of Demon, Seraphim, and Human.

A trinity of races woven into a single existence. Their auras pulsed with raw, conflicting power, yet harmonized into something transcendent.

Eliya raised her head slightly—and froze.

Not because of their beauty. Not because of their overwhelming power.

But because both of them radiated darkness. Their demonic lineage was currently dominant, overshadowing the other two races entirely.

She dared not speak.

As the Ancestors stepped fully into the Sanctum, the air thickened—eleven figures materializing in flashes of light around Eliya.

Twelve Seraphim in total, kneeling in a perfect circle of reverence.

The eldest—a male with weathered silver wings and sapphire eyes—rose first, stepping forward with measured grace.

"Ancestor Adam. Ancestor Eve," he said, bowing deeply. "It is good to see you both restored. Forty‑five cycles have passed since you last walked among us."

Adam’s obsidian gaze swept the circle—expression unreadable—before settling on the eldest. He cared little for ceremony.

Eve even less.

Their purpose had always been a singular thing...

Protecting.

"The status of Earth?" Adam asked, voice low and commanding.

Eve’s halo flickered faintly as she tilted her head, waiting.

The eldest hesitated—wings twitching.

"I... do not know, Ancestor. After the last battle that forced the sealing, I was gravely wounded. My seclusion for healing consumed me. I recruited others to guard this realm, but... I did not pass on the full duties."

Right. It was never meant to be twelve Seraphim.

Only one.

One guardian to watch over this world until the seals naturally broke, and to keep constant watch on Earth.

But he had nearly died. So, he recruited a second. Then a third. And so on.

Adam’s eyes narrowed—embers flaring.

Eve’s halo spun faster, her voice sharp as a blade.

"You recruited guardians... but taught them nothing of Earth? Nothing of your purpose?"

Irritation crackled through the Sanctum.

Seeing the Seraphim remain silent, Adam and Eve closed their eyes in unison.

Their mana senses surged outward—reaching Earth in an instant.

BOOOOM—

The moment their senses touched Earth, their auras erupted.

These two did not possess ranks....

How could they when they were born before the Power System set? And they were unlike the other dimensions, even before the Gate broke.

Even still, their power rivaled Transcendents despite existing within the framework.

Adam’s form trembled as demon fire burst along his arms in crimson arcs.

Eve’s halo blazed, her seraphic light twisting with shadow like living smoke.

"Lucy," Adam growled, voice like grinding thunder. "And the others from the Second Cycle... How could all the seals simply fall apart?"

He turned to Eliya.

"Tell me, young one. What Cycle are we in?"

Eliya swallowed hard as every gaze shifted to her.

"A‑Ancestor... we are in the 47th Cycle. Rapidly approaching the 48th in a few million years."

Adam and Eve exchanged a look—understanding instantly that something was deeply wrong. But with Earth swarmed by invaders and ancients, they had no time to unravel every mystery.

Eve’s voice cut through the tension.

"We move now. We cannot allow the invaders to destroy or taint this lower dimension."

The eldest nodded, wings snapping open.

"As you command, Ancestors."

The circle of Seraphim rose as one—light flaring around them in a brilliant cascade.

Adam and Eve turned, power coiling around them like storms preparing to break.

The Sanctum trembled as they vanished in a flash of golden‑black light—leaving only echoes of their presence behind.

----

Yet none of them knew that a certain Clan was thoroughly enjoying the unfolding drama.

In the same place as before—sitting in the void between universes—Ash and Aurora were finally joined by everyone else.

A wide platform of warm white marble floated in the endless dark, glowing softly as if lit from within.

Low tables of polished black adamant were scattered around, each one laden with trays of sugar‑dusted pastries, bowls of star‑fruits, and cups filled with moonlight tea and shimmering wine.

Everyone had arrived about an hour earlier, fresh from cleaning up the Lower Dimension.

Not a single universe had been left untouched—aside from the Narakava. And the only reason they were spared was simple:

Ash wanted to visit them personally.

For the past hour, they had been relaxing, lounging, and snacking while watching the projection alongside Ash and Aurora.

Nia took a slow bite of her pastry, eyes never leaving the swirling image of Earth.

"So... Ashy, you’re saying you once lived a life on this world?"

Ash had explained everything—his time on Earth, his past, the fragments of a life he once lived. He didn’t call it transmigration anymore.

By now, he understood it wasn’t that at all. Even with that being the case it did shock quite a few of them... but he was still the same as always.

So, it was no need to worry too much about the past.

His situation was more like two halves of his soul living in different places. A pattern that had repeated across many incarnations, though he still didn’t know that part.

"Yep. Back then I was merely an orphan," he said, taking a sip of wine.

Katherine hugged his arm, her grip warm and possessive, as if making a vow through touch alone.

"Hmph. You won’t ever be alone again... I’ll always be here, lovey~"

Ash smiled, but Nia’s expression soured instantly—and before a catfight could spark, Vaeloria cut in.

"And your plan with Aster? If I recall, he is your eldest brother, correct?"

Hearing a name, she thought buried long ago, Nia raised a brow... only to scoff and return to glaring daggers at Katherine.

"Simple. K.I.A." Ash said with a shrug.

Aurora blinked as she looked at him with a questioning gaze.

"Daddy.... are you planning to make both sides fight to the death?"

Lithia giggled, violet eyes half‑lidded with amusement.

"Rora, you really must learn who your father is."

Diana smirked, arms crossed.

"If I know him at all, he’s planning something ten times crazier."

Ash set his cup down with a soft clink.

"We watch. And when everyone arrives..."

He glanced at the projection—where Seraphim wings were already streaking toward Earth, golden‑black light tearing across the void.

"...the show really begins. Or ends~"