The Extreme Magic Academy did not fall.
It was violated.
A neutral ground—older than most gods, untied to planets or pride—now floated in broken fragments between realms. Its halls, once echoing with voices from countless worlds, were silent. Not because of fear.
Because no one was left to speak.
Bodies lay across shattered platforms—students from different dimensions, species, timelines. Some wore armor still glowing faintly, others clutched broken spell cores in lifeless hands.
Future kings.
Future scholars.
Future saviors.
All erased in a single judgment.
The Omniverse watched.
And said nothing.
Zento stood in the center of the ruins, divine demonic armor cracked and pulsing violently. His breath came in uneven bursts, each exhale shaking with suppressed screams.
"They weren't soldiers,"
he whispered.
"They weren't part of the war."
His fists tightened until divine blood seeped between his fingers.
Reflexo knelt beside a fallen student from a crystal realm, light flickering weakly around his hands as if refusing to fade.
"This place was supposed to be untouchable…"
Kaiser's flames burned low—not because he was tired, but because his rage had nowhere left to go.
Renox stood apart, eyes shadowed.
He had seen this before.
And Shadow Xenon—
Shadow Xenon stood upright.
Cuts marked his arms, his side, his neck. His cloak was torn. His breathing was steady. His aura did not scream.
It weighed.
Like the gravity of a collapsing star.
The Executors hovered above the ruins, fractured yet composed, their voices echoing without emotion.
"Neutrality is irrelevant,"
one said.
"The Academy produced variables."
Another added:
"Variables disrupt ordained outcomes."
Zento looked up, eyes burning.
"So you slaughtered children."
"Correction,"
the Executor replied.
"We removed futures."
The air twisted.
Then—
The sky split open.
Not violently.
Arrogantly.
A tear of radiant gold parted the void, divine light spilling downward like a proclamation. From it descended a figure wrapped in blinding authority—wings sculpted from holy law, armor inscribed with lesser divine commands.
A Low-Tier God.
One of the countless regulators birthed long after the First Age.
He surveyed the battlefield with open disdain.
"Pathetic,"
he said.
"An academy without allegiance is an error by design."
His gaze lingered on the bodies.
"Their deaths are regrettable,"
he added casually,
"but acceptable."
Kaiser took a step forward.
Shadow Xenon raised one hand.
Not to protect.
To allow.
The god descended further, his presence forcing the air itself to kneel.
"I am Aurelion,
God of Lesser Judgment and Dimensional Compliance."
He looked at the Demonic Divine Armors with thinly veiled contempt.
"You relics were sealed for destabilizing reality."
Zento snarled.
"You sealed us because you were afraid."
Aurelion laughed.
"Fear?"
"I didn't even exist when your era ended."
He raised a glowing hand toward Shadow Xenon.
"You, especially… are an anomaly left unresolved."
The Executors did not stop him.
They watched.
"By divine mandate,"
Aurelion declared,
"I sentence you to—"
Shadow Xenon turned his head.
That was all.
The divine light around Aurelion flickered.
"…erasure."
The word landed.
Nothing happened.
Aurelion frowned.
"Kneel."
Shadow Xenon took one step forward.
The golden tear in the sky collapsed inward, folding like broken glass. Aurelion's wings shattered instantly, divine feathers dissolving into ash before touching the ground.
"What—what is this pressure?!"
Aurelion gasped.
Shadow Xenon's voice was calm.
Too calm.
"You're standing on a battlefield,"
he said.
"Not a courtroom."
Aurelion tried to retreat.
He couldn't move.
His armor cracked, holy symbols screaming as they burned away.
"I am a god!"
Aurelion shouted.
"You cannot—!"
Shadow Xenon passed him.
No swing.
No flash.
No sound.
A heartbeat later—
Aurelion's existence unraveled.
Not cut.
Not destroyed.
Invalidated.
His scream faded halfway through syllable.
The void sealed itself shut.
Silence returned.
No one spoke.
Zento stared, shaking.
Reflexo swallowed.
Kaiser's flames reignited—low, respectful.
Renox exhaled slowly.
Shadow Xenon turned back to the Executors.
Blood slid down his arm.
He didn't wipe it away.
"This academy was neutral,"
he said quietly.
"And you violated it."
His aura expanded slightly.
Enough to make reality creak.
"The next god who interferes…"
"Won't leave an echo."
Far beyond—
High-Tier Gods shifted uncomfortably.
Divine Knights lowered their weapons.
And the Omniverse remembered why the Demonic Divine Warriors were never judged.