Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 661: The Fall of Creation (6)

Celeste shook her head at Tiamat’s words, a faint smile on her lips as the Dragon seemed to have a knack for entertainment that involved entities meeting their end or arriving at their doom in some spectacular fashion.

"Well," Seraphiel said as she looked next to her, "You might as well get you some popcorn prepared."

With those words waved her hand with a casual flick.

The ceiling of the grand chamber became transparent, revealing the fractured skies of the Prime Expanse above.

The view was crystal clear, with golden and white light spilling across the horizon, massive rifts tearing through the sky, and the distant battlefield where the war still raged.

It was obvious why she had acted—only minutes ago, the formation of creation had fully activated, and they all knew it was just a matter of time before the main focus appeared.

On the cold stone floor, the two now-mortal Exalted Wardens—once proud Primordial Essences—knelt in defeat.

Their bodies shook as they pressed their foreheads down, trembling and pleading for forgiveness.

"Please... forgive us..." the old man who had once been Supreme Will whispered, his voice trembling. In that moment, it wasn’t the fact of being mortal that weighed on them the most.

No—after seeing who Celeste truly was, beyond the beautiful face, the golden hair, and the blindfolds she was known for, everything changed.

Once they saw her real self, the thought inevitably came—who, or rather, what were the other three women standing beside her?

With that realization gnawing at them, it felt, deep down, that perhaps things would have gone far better if they had never activated the formation in the first place.

"We shouldn’t have activated the formation... we didn’t know..."

The woman who had been Supremacy wept openly, her voice broken.

"We were wrong... we didn’t understand... please..."

Celeste sat calmly on the throne, looking down at them with a faint, almost pitying expression.

She simply watched as the two former rulers of the Threshold groveled before her, stripped of everything that had once made them powerful.

She let out a soft, almost amused chuckle.

Even knowing the consequences of revealing her true form, it always amused her how the loftiest beings could be humbled before those of the Ineffable.

Sometimes, she wondered what would have happened if her husband had never come to the Astral secret realm back then.

She recalled the moment Ash stepped into their hidden refuge, and how, from that point on, he had completely rewritten the fate of her Astral Human Clan.

"You should pay attention to the skies," she said calmly.

With a gentle wave of her hand, she altered the fate of what would happen if they watched the next events.

Now, they were truly mortal once more, and without her timely intervention, they would have already met their end.

The ceiling of the chamber, rendered transparent by Seraphiel, now offered a flawless, unobstructed view of the skies stretching above all eighteen Thresholds.

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HUMMMMMM!!!!

Across the entire Prime Expanse, an overwhelming amount of mana and existence essence was being gathered.

Massive rivers of golden and white light poured from every direction — from the deepest layers of the Thresholds, from the fractured conceptual structures, from the very fabric of the realm itself.

They converged high above the battlefield beyond the Wall of Death, forming a colossal, swirling vortex of pure energy that grew larger and brighter with every passing second.

The light was blinding, and the pressure it emitted could be felt even in the deepest parts of the Prime Expanse, causing the ground to tremble and the air to vibrate.

This was the Formation of Creation, a plan set into motion for the most desperate moments in defense of Existence.

It carried enough power to guarantee that the balance would either be restored or utterly destroyed to their advantage.

Just as the swirling vortex reached its peak, poised to release whatever cataclysmic force it held within—everything abruptly, completely stopped.

And then... the single being who had brought into existence everything the inhabitants had ever known—themselves, their powers, even the blades of grass on the lowest world—made herself known.

In that instant, The Mother appeared.

HUMMMM!

For the first time since the dawn of creation, she set foot within the Prime Expanse, her presence rippling through the very fabric of existence.

Her presence was almost much to take in, a quiet force that filled the space around her.

With long, radiant white hair streamed down her back, flowing like rivers of freshly born realities, each strand catching the realm’s fractured light and scattering it into gentle, otherworldly glimmers that seemed to linger in the air.

Her skin was pale and luminous, almost glowing with an inner divine radiance.

Behind her head floated a faint, white halo-like ring that pulsed with gentle, creation light.

She wore elegant, flowing robes made of pure creation itself — shifting patterns of white and gold that seemed to weave new possibilities with every movement.

Her otherworldly eyes, brimming with countless realities, swept over the Prime Expanse with serene, unshakable authority, as though the whole realm was just a stage she had chosen to grace at last.

The instant she arrived, the Prime Expanse itself seemed to pause in anticipation.

The swirling mass of gathered power halted suddenly, suspended in its formation.

Beyond the Wall, the battlefield was swallowed by an eerie, unnatural quiet.

Even the Divine Horrors, in all their grotesque terror, stilled in place, their rampage momentarily forgotten.

The Mother’s eyes swept across the realm with a calm, almost gentle expression, yet beneath it lingered a weight that pressed on everything it touched.

Ash sat upon a grand throne that had materialized in the exact spot he had painted moments ago — high in the skies above the battlefield, overlooking the entire chaotic scene.

Nia sat comfortably on the left armrest, leaning against him possessively with her head resting on his shoulder.

Elysia perched gracefully on his left shoulder, her reddish black hair cascading down like a waterfall.

[A/N: Lol... I’m sure I mentioned Elysia’s hair being changed to red and black, right? If not... well, her appearance is always similar to Ash’s.]

Ouroboros had taken the form of a small, sleek black snake, wrapped comfortably around his neck, her head resting near his collarbone.

Eve sat on the right armrest, still processing everything with a mix of awe and caution. Primordia stood on the same side as Eve, leaning against the throne with a satisfied smile.

Ash looked out over the battlefield, his reddish-purple eyes calm as he watched the Mother’s arrival. A small, knowing smile formed on his face.

He shot a glance at Don, still drifting nearby with the projection orb.

"Well, the real fun’s about to start... get ready," Ash said casually as he passed along a few details.