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Rain narrowed her eyes—then smirked, finally entertained.
"Then let's make this a real fight."
The world had gone silent.
Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
Across the torn battlefield, golden light clashed with mist and ice, and two figures—Reinhart and Rain—stood facing one another, both battered, both bleeding, both refusing to fall.
Reinhart's once-pristine armor was cracked, his God-Class blade flickering with fading light. His silver hair was matted with blood and sweat, his breath ragged—but his golden aura still shimmered with defiant hope.
Rain, too, was no longer calm and composed. Her blue hair was disheveled, her elegant combat outfit torn and stained. Frost clung to her skin, and her body trembled slightly—not from fear, but exhaustion. Her glaive pulsed with unstable energy, still coated in layers of spatial and cryo-magic.
[The Final Exchange]
They didn't speak.
They didn't need to.
In that moment—they both knew.
One last strike.
Rain's eyes narrowed—magicules surged, frost coalescing into an impossibly sharp spear of compressed ice, wrapped in folded space.
"Mirror Phase: Frost Severance."
Reinhart gripped his blade, the light of Hope King: Fortuna and Astral Breaker converging on the edge.
"Astral Breaker… Final Crescent."
They moved.
Time seemed to bend under their feet as Rain teleported directly into range and Reinhart charged straight through the mist, blade gleaming like a falling star.
KZZZZHHHNNNGGG—!!!
The two attacks met in a detonation of light and cold—shattering the earth, ripping apart the sky, and sending out a shockwave so massive it flattened everything in a 5-kilometer radius.
The ground split beneath them.
Light cracked through the clouds.
The final impact of their clash rippled through space, and then—
[Silence]
Ash floated through the air like snow.
The battlefield had been reduced to a crater of ice and scorched stone.
In the center…
Two figures fell.
First, Rain, her glaive shattering beside her as her knees gave way. She fell onto her side, unconscious, the mist around her dissipating.
Then, Reinhart, collapsing forward—his blade sticking upright in the ground beside him, still glowing faintly. He hit the dirt with a heavy thud, eyes closed, chest slowly rising and falling.
The heavens above had been torn open.
A red storm surged across the sky, thunder cracking like a war drum, while below, two figures floated mid-air amidst the shattered remains of ancient ruins—glowing runes flickering between their feet.
Zalario, wings of starlight extended behind him, was the image of composure and control. His Ultimate Skill: Judgment King "Israfil" surrounded him in a domain where space, matter, and energy bent to his will.
Guy, red eyes burning with ferocity, floated across from him—crimson cloak flaring like a demon's flame. His own aura radiated pride and overwhelming magical pressure. The recently awakened Unique Skill: Pride now pulsed within him, strengthening his defenses, sharpening his instincts, and guarding his soul from external interference.
[Pushing the Angel Back]
The battle had raged for hours—each strike rewriting the battlefield.
Zalario had dominated the early stages, his spatial domination forcing Guy onto the defensive.
Matter Lockdown: Guy's flames were frozen mid-air.
Attack Redirection: Hellfire beams bent around Zalario, dispersing harmlessly.
Teleport Block: Guy's attempts to flicker through space were denied.
"You're strong," Zalario said calmly, eyes focused, "but chaos alone won't overcome dominion."
Guy grit his teeth, a flash of irritation in his eyes.
"Then I'll burn your dominion to ash."
He raised both arms—hellfire condensed into a spear of unstable, chaotic energy.
"Hell Incarnate: Crimson Collapse."
Zalario raised his hand, forming a spatial prism to contain the blast—But the newfound power of Pride pulsed within Guy, cracking the prism, slipping past the folds of space, and—
KRAK-KA-BOOOM!!
A pillar of crimson energy exploded upward, splitting the clouds and throwing Zalario back through a mountain.
[Momentum Shift – Guy's Comeback]
Guy chased instantly.
His attacks were sharper now—no longer wild chaos, but refined fury.His flames twisted to match Zalario's spatial flows, and his movements began adapting to the manipulation of battlefield vectors.
Zalario emerged from the rubble, clothes torn, lips bleeding—but unshaken.
"You've adapted. That's… impressive."
Guy smirked, red aura pulsing harder.
"You should've ended this earlier. Now I'm in rhythm."
They clashed again—fist to blade, flame to halo. The sky above twisted like a vortex.
Zalario raised his hand—activating Final Seal: Heaven's Edict, a spatial lockdown designed to trap Guy inside a singularity—
But Guy's Pride flared brightly.
"As long as my will remains unbroken… I won't fall."
With a roar, he tore through the edict, his flames consuming the construct.
"IT'S OVER!"
[The Final Blow]
Guy's right fist ignited—a focused point of hellfire condensed to the limit of control.
Zalario drew his divine blade again, shining with Judgment.
Both dashed.
The clash was brief—but the power behind it bent the sky.
BOOM!!!
Both were launched in opposite directions—but only one got back up.
Zalario crashed, skidding across broken ground, coughing up blood—his spatial field flickering.
He tried to rise, wings trembling—but his legs gave out.
Across from him, Guy stood. One eye swollen, blood running down his chin—but standing.
"You pushed me further than anyone in centuries," Guy muttered, chest heaving. "But this time… the King of Crimson wins."
Zalario, eyes flickering, smiled faintly from where he lay.
"Heh… Then make sure that victory means something."
And then, the Primordial Angel lost consciousness.
[Victory – But Not Without Cost]
Guy dropped to one knee—body scorched, energy nearly gone.
"Tch… dammit. That angel was a monster."
He looked to the sky, breathing heavily.
"Rain… Misery… hope you two are faring better."
Dust still floated in the air, glowing faintly from the aftermath of the battle.Zalario, unconscious, lay amid fractured stone and faded divine light, his wings retracted, body still.
Across from him stood Guy Crimson, cape torn, flames flickering around his bruised body, staring down at his fallen opponent.
"You were strong, angel..." Guy muttered, his tone unusually serious."But I can't let you live. If you recover, you'll just become a problem later."
He raised his hand, a red sphere of destruction forming—compressing hellfire and spatial collapse into one annihilating blast.
"Goodbye, Zalario."
Just as Guy launched the sphere downward—A purple lightning bolt tore through the sky and slammed into his arm, forcing him to flick the attack away into the horizon.
BOOM — A mountain range far away exploded.
Guy turned quickly, eyes narrowed.
"Who the hell—"
From above, a young man with spiky blond hair, tan skin, and storm-blue eyes descended casually, arms crossed, landing between Guy and Zalario.
A playful grin spread across his face.
"Whew! Just in time. That would've been awkward if I came a second later."
"Who are you supposed to be?" Guy asked, wary.
The newcomer raised his hand dramatically.
"The name's Veldora Tempest! A proud True Dragon—currently living under the care of my beloved Ani... Velsun!"
He turned, pointing at Zalario's unconscious body.
"That guy? He's Ani's best friend. So I can't let you roast him."
Guy blinked.
"...You're a true dragon?"
"Yup!"
"As in… one of the true dragons?"
Veldora nodded proudly, lightning sparking faintly from his shoulders.
Guy's face shifted slowly… from confusion… to a wide, savage grin.
"AHAHAHAHA! Perfect! I've always wanted to see what makes your kind the pinnacle of existence."
He rolled his neck, stepping forward, flames flaring around him once more.
"Let's see if you're really worthy of that title."
Veldora cracked his knuckles, grinning back.
"Oh, I'm worthy. But the real question is…"
Lightning exploded from his body, warping the air.
"Are you ready for the Veldora experience?!"
The battlefield was silent for a moment.
Then—
BOOOOOOMMMM—!!
The sky fractured as two waves of sheer presence exploded from the opposing figures.
On one side stood Guy Crimson, red eyes narrowed, his aura surging like a demon king from a burning throne. His very soul seemed to command submission—Demon Lord Haki. It wasn't just magicules—it was the absolute weight of a being who had ruled for millennia, whose every breath screamed domination.
On the other side—Veldora Tempest grinned like a beast unleashed. From his body erupted a spiraling storm of draconic energy—his Dragonic Haki surging through the land like a living tempest. His presence wasn't just pressure—it was instinctual fear. The aura of a creature above reason, born to rule.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The very ground split apart under them.
Mountains in the distance crumbled. Birds fell from the sky. The ruins surrounding Zalario were crushed just by the residual force.
Two titans—one a living storm, the other the embodiment of infernal pride.
"You feel that, demon?" Veldora grinned. "That's not your average aura."
Guy smirked, pushing his foot down, and the land beneath imploded.
"I like it. Been a while since I've had to actually brace myself."
"This is just the appetizer," Veldora added, sparks dancing around him.
Their haki clashed again, turning the sky above black and red.
[Narrator Voice – Witnessing True Power]
"When two beings of such caliber clash—not just with magic or fists—but with the sheer will behind their existence… the world itself bends to watch. This was not a battle of techniques anymore—this was a battle of existence."
The air turned heavy—like gravity itself had increased a hundredfold.Even primordial daemons and angels might have paused in awe.
And in the heart of it—
Veldora and Guy stepped forward, grinning like old rivals destined to clash.
"Let's shake the heavens," Guy said, lowering his stance.
"Try not to get overwhelmed," Veldora replied, lightning flaring.
"Same to you… Dragon."
Then—
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