Thanatos had already realized that his opponent possessed a strange ability—one that allowed him to adapt and evolve continuously during combat.
"I have to kill him before he reaches a level of power that could allow him to bring me down!!"
It had become a race against time.
A fight that once seemed entirely within his grasp had now begun drifting toward the unknown.
Frey answered the assault in kind, summoning the greatest possible output of black lightning aura through the Shadowbolt Spear.
Their blows were so absurdly fast that the sky itself seemed to quake.
Everywhere.
He summoned dozens of skeletal arms wielding colossal burning swords and unleashed torrents of fiery aura cannons in an attempt to incinerate his enemy.
His strongest attacks.
At his command, the ocean of blue fire surged upward toward the sky—then detonated directly in Frey’s face.
The Eyes of the Void saw everything.
Through Dark Sister, he unleashed Nameless Judgement again and again without fear of exhausting his reserves, thanks to the unique way his aura circulated.
All of this he did while deftly evading Thanatos’ scythes and fighting him at close range with extraordinary mastery.
It was a battle straight out of hell.
From time to time, one of them would send the other flying into the distance—only for them to rise again and immediately resume the fight.
The earth became an ocean of fire.
Natural catastrophes clashed violently, each side struggling to seize the upper hand.
After minutes of combat that felt like years ...
Frey began to feel a strange pain spreading through his body.
His movements began to slow.
Despite Frey’s astonishing surge in strength, Thanatos still held the advantage.
His ordinary attacks were all being deflected.
And The Pursuer kept pushing Frey forward.
Then, in a terrifying moment during the final minutes of their clash—
One of his scythes swept toward Frey’s neck.
Nearly severing his head entirely.
Thanatos gave him no time to recover.
But Frey’s body suddenly blazed in the final second ...
"Ignition."
Unleashing his nuclear explosion technique, Frey detonated an overwhelming surge of Black Hole Aura directly in Thanatos’ face, forcing him back hundreds of meters.
Standing at its center, Frey regenerated his arm and sealed the wound in his neck.
He closed his eyes.
At that moment—
A colossal cocoon.
"He... is breaking through again?!"
"Soul Cleaver!!"
Behind him, a gigantic Grim Reaper manifested.
The skeletal giant wore a dark, flowing robe.
With one frenzied swing—
The blade tore through space itself.
Until it reached the cocoon.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!
Thanatos’ eyes widened in shock when he saw the impossible.
It had stopped against the cocoon ...
The cocoon exploded.
He was small—utterly insignificant compared to the colossal scythe towering above him, a blade vast enough to cover millions of him.
That small, insignificant man had stopped the scythe’s advance with nothing but his bare hand.
He appeared pale.
Then he opened his eyes.
"The third stage of the SSS rank... Origin Revelation."
The Pursuer had forced Frey to break through into the third stage.
It was the only one that differed from race to race ... one that brought forth an individual’s true potential based on their species.
But what shocked Nameless...
Instead—
"This... is the Origin Revelation of Krat."
That eerily calm aura.
He now resembled the Children of Krat, a race that had gone extinct thousands of years ago.
Even if Frey had become his vessel...
"How could he awaken the trait of a race that is not his own?"
But in the end, it did not matter.
Frey had gained the upper hand.
But Frey blocked him perfectly.
He moved far faster than before—
His movements were flawless.
Every strike was executed with terrifying precision.
The Eyes of the Void glowed more intensely than ever.
So many that they resembled fragments of the future itself.