Adam finished the last adjustment to the network and let the golden light fade from his hands. The seals had held. The probes had been turned back. That was enough.
He was done answering on their terms.
"Joshua. Jordan." His voice carried through the realm without effort. "Hold the inner grounds. Keep the kids clear. This next part is mine."
He stepped out of the chamber and into open space above the Celestial Realm. The larger fracture still hung on the far edge like a wound that refused to close. Adam raised both hands and tore a path straight toward it.
Creation answered him like an old weapon being drawn.
A wave of structured force rolled outward, not as a barrier but as a spear. It slammed into the fracture and drove deep, ripping through the Elder Gods' residual pathways and collapsing several of their observation threads in a single surge. The tear convulsed. Ancient pressure pushed back hard.
Adam pushed harder.
