Chapter 320 – Separating the Fragile Toys
Pyraxis reformed in an explosion of flames, screaming in rage.
— WOMAN!
He pointed at Ravna, his blazing aura trembling with fury.
— How dare you cut me like that?! I'll vaporize you!
Ravna remained still.
Her body was covered in ancient scars, as if war itself had tried to kill her… and failed.
Her two red eyes shone with a calm, unsettling glow.
She rested her massive sword on her shoulders, the metal groaning under its own weight.
She slowly pointed the blade at Pyraxis.
— You want to burn me?
She tilted her head slightly.
— Then I'll let you try.
Valor raised an eyebrow at her.
— Oh? Why the change?
He smiled.
— You were much friendlier earlier, weren't you?
Ravna's eyes gleamed brighter.
She stayed silent for a moment, as if truly considering the question.
— I'm still just as friendly.
Then she added calmly:
— It's just that some beings deserve to be exterminated.
She smiled.
— And besides… there's something else.
— Oh?
Valor tilted his head.
— And what's that?
— You'll see for yourself.
She stepped forward.
A black aura seeped from her body, heavy, crushing, so dense the air seemed to bend around her.
Even the ground trembled slightly.
Valor narrowed his eyes.
A thought crossed his mind.
> …Impossible.
> Unless…
He observed the fluctuations of her aura, the abnormal stability of her presence, the way space reacted to each of her steps.
> She hasn't just recovered.
> She's evolved.
Not through mana.
Not through technique.
But through existential adaptation.
Her body no longer merely survived.
It learned.
It rewrote its own limits after every extreme wound.
> If that's true… then she's dangerous. Very dangerous.
Ravna pointed her blade at Ignir and Pyraxis.
— You two.
She smiled coldly.
— You're mine.
Then she looked at Valor.
— I'll deal with these two quickly.
— After that, I'll come help you… if you ask me.
Valor almost burst out laughing.
— You imagine the great Valor needing help?
— Honestly…
Ravna shrugged.
— It's possible.
Valor's smile vanished instantly.
— Never compare me to these insects again.
— Understood?
— Fine, no need to make a fuss.
Ravna turned to Ignir and Pyraxis.
— We'll fight farther away.
— Otherwise, we'll get in the way here.
Pyraxis sneered.
— Crushing you won't even take a second, and you dare tell us to move aside?
Ignir, however, said nothing.
He watched Ravna carefully.
Then—
Ravna grabbed Pyraxis.
And hurled him straight at Ignir.
— You talk too much.
Ignir didn't even have time to react.
Both gods were seized by the face.
Then vanished.
The next instant, they reappeared far away.
Ravna released them brutally, slammed them against each other, then said calmly:
— Now we can fight.
Pyraxis rose, screaming, clutching his face.
— How dare a miserable human touch my face?!
Ignir rose as well, more serious.
— She's not just fast…
He clenched his fists.
— She's extremely strong physically.
He tightened his jaw.
— I couldn't even break free from her grip.
He looked at Pyraxis.
— Be careful.
— Don't be impulsive.
Pyraxis sneered.
— You really think a human has any chance against me?
Ravna didn't answer.
She simply stared at them.
Then she slowly raised her blade and declared in a perfectly neutral tone:
— You talk far too much…
— For a worthless god.
— HOW DARE YOU—
Meanwhile…
Valor looked at Agniryos, bored.
— Well.
He sighed.
— The great Valor is tired of this fight.
He vanished.
And reappeared right in front of Agniryos.
— Let's speed things up.
Agniryos's eyes darkened.
— Tornado of Ignivar.
A gigantic whirlwind of absolute flames engulfed Valor, tearing space, burning even silence itself.
The battle had entered its serious phase.
And somewhere…
Ravna was smiling. 😈🔥
Chapter 321 – The Laughing Edge
Valor was engulfed by the Tornado of Ignivar.
The whirlwind of primordial flames devoured sky and earth in a silent scream. Space twisted, colors diluted, and even the notion of "direction" seemed to request a union break.
— Well, thought Agniryos, if he survives this, I'll start to worry.
Barely had the thought crossed his mind when titanic ice spikes burst from the ground, piercing the battlefield like celestial spears, rushing straight toward him.
Agniryos sighed.
— Seriously… you're all allergic to simple combat.
He extended his hand and adjusted his flames into Creation mode.
The fire did not burn.
It forged.
In an instant, a divine weapon took shape:
a long black blade edged with shifting crimson flames, constellated with incandescent runes.
**Name:** *Cauterion Ignivar*
**Abilities:**
- Slice matter, energy, and concepts
- Cancel all regeneration
- Reduce existence to a blurred memory with a mere graze
The blade suddenly blazed.
Four trillion degrees.
Not a measurable heat.
A temperature so absurd even the void refused to approach.
With a simple gesture, Agniryos cut.
The ice spikes vanished before even being touched, vaporized by the blade's proximity.
Then he cleaved through the tornado where Valor was supposed to be.
The strike reduced everything in its path.
The world was literally split in two.
— Hit, Agniryos announced calmly.
— Almost, replied a voice behind him.
Valor was already there.
He covered his arms in pure mana, dense, vibrating like living armor, and grabbed Agniryos to chain him.
— EXPLOSION.
The word alone sufficed.
An internal detonation hurled Valor backward, his body tearing through several layers of reality before reforming mid‑flight.
Agniryos appeared before him and drove a punch into his stomach.
**Impact:**
- Valor's mana cracked
- His breath was cut off
- Space folded around the blow like a crumpled sheet
— Ignivar Sphere.
A sphere of primordial fire struck Valor head‑on, followed by multiple invisible slashes that shredded his aura, his mana mantle, even his trajectory.
Valor spun through the air… then smiled.
His skin smoked, his mantle was partially dissolved, and part of his mana still refused to reconstitute properly.
— …Okay, those sting a bit, I admit.
---
**Elsewhere**
Pyraxis, far away, cloaked himself in flames identical to Agniryos's.
— YOU DARED CALL ME A WORTHLESS GOD?!
Ignir frowned.
— Pyraxis, wait—
— Move aside. I'll handle this.
He lunged at Ravna, striking her full in the chest, hurling her back violently before unleashing a colossal fire vortex.
— I move independently of time, Pyraxis sneered. I'll always be faster than you.
Silence.
The attack… had hit nothing.
Ravna was already behind him, sitting calmly on his shoulder, blade resting on his foot.
— Done with your useless chatter?
Because really… now we can start.
She stood and drove her blade into the ground.
Pyraxis launched a massive fireball, vast as a mountain, racing at a speed that erased distances before they even existed.
Ravna hadn't moved.
At least… that's what reality believed.
The fireball was sliced cleanly, as if it had crossed a conceptual edge.
Then Ravna struck.
A kick straight to the chest.
**Result:**
- Reality shattered in concentric waves
- Pyraxis was hurled through multiple dimensional layers
- The ground swept for kilometers, air pulverized, sky split
Ravna exhaled.
— Whew… it's been a while.
She appeared before Ignir.
— What are you thinking?
I suppose that leaves only you.
She pointed her blade.
Pyraxis reformed behind them.
— As long as Agniryos lives… I cannot die!
Ravna grimaced.
— …That's annoying. I was planning to finish quickly and go see if Valor's having fun.
She sighed.
— Well. No choice.
A black aura enveloped her blade.
The metal transformed, shifting in shape, density, presence.
She whispered a name.
The blade evolved further.
A spirit emerged and sat on her shoulder.
— I am Maxime, spirit of this sword. Once, I was—
— Can you kill gods?
— …Yes.
— Perfect.
Maxime blinked.
**Appearance of Maxime:**
- Translucent human silhouette
- Flowing silver hair
- Golden eyes constellated with runes
- A sly smile
**Abilities:**
- Amplification of Ravna's strikes
- Targeted divine annihilation
- Rupture of immortality bonds
- Instant adaptation to the enemy
— How insolent… Maxime murmured.
Ravna smiled.
— Don't be dramatic, we've got work to do.
---
**Back to the main battle**
The Ignivar slashes surged again toward Valor.
He snapped his fingers.
Walls of conceptual ice rose, not to block, but to *negate* the attacks.
Each impact:
- Cracked the walls
- Erased part of their concept
- Forced Valor to rebuild constantly
His smile widened.
— Seriously…
This fight is becoming truly interesting.
And in the distance, even the world seemed to hold its breath.
Chapter 322 – Forced Compatibility
Valor raised his hand.
A blade of ice formed, pure, sharp, almost elegant.
Then he covered it with his mana — massive, unstable, crushing.
But that was only the beginning.
Inside his body, in that internal space only monsters knew how to use, Valor unlocked the seals.
Where he stored the mana of worlds.
Colossal streams burst forth.
Oceans of raw energy, torn from entire realities, compressed, mastered — with difficulty. Unlike Annabelle, Valor could not absorb while moving. He had to remain still. Breathe. Endure.
— …Seriously, why did she teach me this again? he muttered.
Ah yes. Because she thought it was "funny."
He injected the mana of worlds into the blade.
The ice screamed.
The blade transformed:
its temperature dropped beyond absolute zero,
its structure became unstable for reality,
each facet reflected dead worlds.
The fusion of his monstrous mana and the mana of worlds gave birth to a hybrid conceptual ice, capable of negating the energy it touched.
Valor examined his blade.
— Oh.
…It's compatible.
He looked up.
All the Ignivar slashes were destroyed in an instant, erased as if they had never been launched.
Valor smiled.
— Honestly… aren't you tired of this fight?
I am.
I think it's time I decimate you.
He was already in front of Agniryos.
Agniryos answered without a word.
A primordial Phoenix of fire erupted, immense, silent, burning through planes:
matter,
time,
memories,
stories tied to its target.
The phoenix struck.
And was cut.
Clean.
Valor sighed.
— I know I'm not a great swordsman…
But hey, when it works, it works.
Agniryos frowned.
— Eternal Hell.
The world shattered.
Valor was trapped in a dimension of infinite flames, where existence was annihilated in loops, without end, without rest, without escape.
Silence.
Then…
a crack.
All of hell became eternal ice.
Not ordinary ice:
ice that fossilized annihilation itself.
Valor cut through the dimension and landed before Agniryos.
— You must be wondering how I did that, right?
He smiled.
— You really thought I was taking your attacks for nothing?
He grabbed Agniryos's face, burst out laughing, ran his hand through his hair.
Then he unleashed his magic.
Ignivar flames appeared around him.
Agniryos stepped back.
— …Impossible.
Ignivar cannot be copied.
No one can—
— I didn't copy them, Valor interrupted.
I reproduced them.
He tilted his head.
— It was a bit annoying, I admit.
But thanks to that…
The ice around him shifted.
— I created eternal neutralizing ice.
It doesn't fight your flames.
It cancels their principle itself.
The Ignivar weakened on contact.
Valor spread his arms.
— In the end…
Who could ever hope to defeat the great Valor?
HAHAHAHA—
Agniryos was sweating.
— You talk too much.
A Zero Sun appeared.
A primordial sun.
Without light.
Without heat.
It did not ignite.
It erased.
Everything within its radius ceased to exist:
matter,
soul,
energy,
time,
narration.
Valor was struck.
A silent explosion.
When the dust settled, Valor was there.
His arm had been erased.
Part of his torso still bore the scars of non‑existence.
His mana covered his body.
Reality was rewritten.
His arm regenerated.
He smiled.
— Interesting.
So you can create derivatives of your flames.
But in his mind, one question lingered:
*Would my annihilating blue flames actually hurt him…?*
---
**Elsewhere**
Pyraxis clasped his hands.
Flames engulfed him.
— Arrow of Burning Judgment.
An overpowering attack split space.
Ravna swept the arrow aside with Maxime.
— Poof.
You're exhausting.
— Ash Judgment, Pyraxis grinned.
An immediate internal combustion:
burning the soul,
the will,
the essence.
Ignoring defenses and resistances.
— I, who represent the judgment of Agniryos's flames…
You think a human can—
Ravna was engulfed.
Pyraxis sighed.
— Oh no… the troublesome one.
— Maxime, you ready?
— …These flames must hurt.
Ravna's scars glowed.
— Worry instead about what I'm going to do.
The flames recoiled.
Reality trembled.
And Pyraxis realized, too late, that he had made a very bad calculation.
Chapter 323 – The Sun That Flexes Too Much
Valor's mana suddenly changed in nature.
Everything began to tremble.
Space vibrated like an overstretched canvas. Distant mountains cracked, not under physical pressure, but under presence.
Valor slowly rose into the air.
His mana condensed.
Not into an attack.
Into a star.
A Zero Sun…
But this time, of absurd size.
A sun so vast that the notion of distance became useless. It did not move: it decided to be there.
Agniryos widened his eyes.
— …He managed to reproduce my attack.
It's been barely a few seconds…
Valor burst out laughing, arms spread wide.
— Seriously?
I'm used to creating suns, you know.
Agniryos smiled in turn. Calm. Almost amused.
Valor extended his hand.
And released the sun.
The attack ignored:
- distance,
- speed,
- dimensions,
- planes.
It imposed itself directly on the target, erasing everything between intention and impact.
Space folded, time compressed, causality abandoned all attempts at coherence.
The Zero Sun engulfed Agniryos.
Silence.
Then…
nothing.
When the attack dissipated, Agniryos was still standing.
No wound.
No trace.
— Looks like in flexing too much, you forgot what I told you, he said calmly.
These types of attacks have no effect on me.
He paused.
— Worse still…
The more you spam this kind of power, the more you strengthen me.
Valor descended calmly, ran a hand through his hair.
— Don't worry about that.
I have an excellent reserve.
— You're condemning yourself, Agniryos added.
Valor smiled.
— We'll see about that.
---
**Elsewhere — Ravna**
Ravna inhaled.
— Evolved form of March of Accumulation:
Transcendent Step of Continuous Compression.
Her aura changed instantly.
The labyrinth system appeared in her mind.
**WARNING**
A superior being could not be prevented.
Compensation granted.
**New technique unlocked:**
Adaptive Hierarchical Execution
— Allows the user to instantly optimize strikes against divine or superior entities.
Objective: eliminate both targets.
Ravna smiled.
— I was already planning to eliminate them…
But if I get bonuses too.
Maxime, the sword's spirit, sitting on her shoulder, murmured:
— Looks like the system is embarrassed for letting Agniryos through here.
— Hold on, Ravna replied.
This will be very fast.
She activated the form.
An instant later, she was behind Pyraxis.
Then everywhere at once.
Blows rained down.
Not just powerful.
Invisible.
Reality didn't even have time to register the impacts before Pyraxis was already struck:
his energy core faltered,
his divine cohesion cracked,
his fire lost stability.
Ravna appeared behind him, holding Maxime in her other hand, the sword resting on her shoulder.
Maxime whistled.
— This level of speed is ridiculous.
Pyraxis was hurled far away, heavily damaged.
— ARROGANT HUMAN!
And you even dare not use your sword?!
— Stop yelling, Ravna sighed.
I just wanted to enjoy the fight…
But clearly, you really want to die.
Pyraxis burst out laughing.
— Die?!
Me, the Judgment of Flames?
Humans are truly ridic—
— I'm tired of hearing you, Ravna cut him off.
I should have eliminated you earlier.
Ignir observed the scene.
— If you want, I can help.
— Absolutely not! Pyraxis growled.
It would be humiliating to group up against a human!
Ravna nodded.
— At least someone thoughtful.
Then she smiled.
— I'll annihilate you.
She continued, calm:
— According to my analysis…
Ignir is the Architect of the Blaze.
He controls the fire that builds, structures, and sustains existence.
Calm. Lucid. Methodical.
Her gaze slid to Pyraxis.
— You, you're the opposite.
The Unleashed Judgment.
The flame that punishes, annihilates, and erases.
Impulsive. Violent. Arrogant.
She raised her blade.
— In short…
You are Agniryos's pure rage.
This analysis came from her **Causal Architecture Perception**:
a capacity allowing her to read the true function of an entity through its interactions with reality, not through its title.
---
**Back to Valor**
The labyrinth system addressed him.
**Proposal:**
New ability available.
Additional rewards possible.
Valor frowned.
— No.
I don't want new abilities.
The system hesitated.
— …But a reward, why not.
He raised his eyes toward Agniryos.
— Say your prayers.
The great Valor will take care of you.
Agniryos stared at him, silent.
The battle was no longer a clash.
It was proof of superiority.