By cutting off the arm that wielded the Shadowbolt Spear,
Frey stripped Zibar of his greatest weapon...
a chance Abraham refused to waste.
Gathering overwhelming energy into his blade, Abraham launched a missile-like strike into the demon’s chest.
Zibar tried to block with Katarina’s Sword—
but it was useless.
The strike carved a massive crater into his torso and sent him flying,
trailing destruction across the battlefield.
Abraham stepped back slightly, tightening his grip.
"That alone won’t kill him..."
"Father!"
Frey joined immediately, but Abraham pointed sharply at the severed arm.
"Don’t let him reclaim the spear!"
Hearing the seriousness in his father’s voice,
Frey didn’t dare underestimate the warning.
He instantly destroyed Zibar’s arm and grabbed the Shadowbolt Spear with his free hand.
The moment he touched it ..
the spear darkened violently, releasing a strange power into Frey.
His eyes glowed ..
and an unfamiliar sensation rushed through him...
As if some ancient connection existed ..
a bond tying him to this spear,
older than memory, older than reason.
But Zibar’s aura surged again, dragging Frey back to reality.
The demon looked truly desperate now ..
burning the last scraps of his power just to stay upright.
Frey hadn’t seen Zibar in a state this pitiful since the day Nameless seized his body and fought his replica in the past.
"Frey... son—don’t lose focus.
This is our chance!"
Abraham dashed forward, motioning for Frey to follow.
"Together .. we kill him here!"
Those words burrowed deep inside Frey’s mind.
Kill...
Kill a Tenth-Rank High Demon.
If spoken by anyone else,
it would have been madness ..
no one had slain one of the Ten in thousands of years.
But Abraham was about to change that ..
with his son beside him.
Frey’s blood boiled with rising power ..
his body exhausted, his strength evolving chaotically ..
Yet he followed Abraham at full force.
"Let’s finish this!!"
At that moment, Zibar saw two exploding auras rushing toward him ..
One radiant, blazing white.
The other dark, devouring black.
Zibar summoned everything he had left, trying to resist.
He even attempted to call the spear back ..
but it no longer obeyed him.
Not since falling into Frey’s hand.
"Damn it!!!"
He roared, swinging Katarina’s blade wildly..
but Abraham blocked him,
and Frey drove Dark Sister through his flesh with brutal force.
After Frey struck .. Abraham followed, carving into demonic muscle.
Zibar attempted to counter ..
Frey parried.
Abraham pierced.
Again ..
and again ..
and again ..
The two Starlights struck from every angle faster than thought.
Under that relentless storm,
Zibar could neither defend nor breathe.
"Demon vitality is high .. we need to hit him with something bigger if we want to end this!!"
Abraham shouted .. Frey nodded back.
Both increased their ferocity.
Every passing second carved more wounds into Zibar’s body.
Starlight Aura.
Black-Hole Aura.
Both ravaged him continuously ..
denying regeneration, denying recovery.
Slaaash!!!
Without even realizing .. Zibar’s right leg was severed by Frey.
He staggered .. only for Abraham to slice out his eyes, robbing his sight.
Zibar was left in darkness...
trapped between the monsters of the Starlight bloodline.
In his final moments, his mind raced ..
frantically searching for escape.
But no matter what he thought ..
no matter how he begged ..
Life seemed to abandon him completely.
"I... I am one of the Ten High-Rank Demons...
One of the noblest and most powerful existences alive!!
I cannot die!! i must not die!!!"
He screamed with everything he had ..
but was silenced instantly
as Abraham sliced his throat with a single merciless strike.
"The world has tolerated your filth long enough, Demon of the Tenth Rank."
After tearing his body apart without mercy..
Abraham and Frey prepared for the final blow.
They didn’t need to speak.
A single shared glance was enough ..
each already knew what the other meant.
Without warning, the two unleashed every drop of power remaining in their bodies into one final, absolute strike.
"Stardust – Abraham Starlight Style: Star of Purification!"
"Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow — Frey Starlight Style: Nameless Judgement!"
For a brief, impossible moment, it felt as though time itself stopped moving, frozen by the sheer cataclysmic force unleashed toward Zibar.
A tidal wave of stellar aura, fused with the ravenous darkness of the Black Hole Aura, collided as one ..
a joint strike that tore space apart and devoured Zibar’s existence entirely.
The only sound that remained was his agonized scream...
and even that faded—slowly, painfully—
as the last fragment of his being shattered into nothing, burned away by starfire and erased within the hunger of the void.
And so ..
by the blades of father and son ..
the Tenth High-Rank Demon perished.
A flame snuffed out.
A being erased so completely that not even ash remained.
Abraham and Frey stood frozen where they were, blades raised, minds struggling to comprehend what they had just done.
"...we... actually did it..." Frey whispered.
"We killed one of the Ten High Demons."
Not a clone.
Not a projection.
The real one.
A feat no living being had ever achieved .. not in thousands of years.
Then, something occurred ..
something that immediately drew their eyes upward.
A strange ashen spirit rose into the air, forming from what little remained of Zibar.
Frey stared at it .. recognizing it instantly.
"...The Soul of Reincarnation."
The world-breaking ability Zibar once commanded.
Now that he was dead, the power returned to its true owner ..
Agaroth, the Demon King.
"We really... did it," Frey breathed, awe-struck.
But without warning, Frey’s heart convulsed violently ..
a pulse of agony ripping through his body, dropping him hard to the ground.
"Frey?!"
Abraham rushed to his son, panic flashing across his face as Frey trembled uncontrollably in his arms, a silent cry of pain escaping him while a dark fog-like aura erupted from beneath his skin.
"What is happening?"
Abraham could not explain what he saw .. nor the unknown power consuming his son’s body.
But Frey knew.
Zibar was dead ...
and with his death, another sealed fragment of Frey’s power had been forcibly unleashed.
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His strength surged again ..
but this time the increase came like a curse, burning through his soul like molten iron. Frey bit down on his lips so hard blood formed.