Black lightning roared.
The spear was thrown once more.
This time—
Frey infused it with black-hole aura and soulfire.
Three destructive forces merged into one.
The spear resembled a moving star ...
On the verge of exploding at any moment.
Amon gathered the entirety of the Transparent Domain into a single point—
And unleashed it toward the spear to intercept it.
The spear collided with the core of the domain ...
Triggering a massive explosion that shook the sky and swallowed them both.
A violent earthquake rippled across the land.
The surrounding regions began to suffer from the aftermath of their clash.
After a brutal struggle—
Amon managed to deflect the spear.
But at a cost.
The Transparent Domain ... Was completely gone.
The Host of the Nightmare could no longer strike from all directions.
On the other side ...
Frey could no longer use the spear for a short time.
One weapon lost.
Another remained.
The moment the forces collided—
Frey was already behind Amon.
He had anticipated the outcome.
"And just like that..."
"You’ve lost your domain."
SLAAASH!!!
Frey’s blade tore across Amon’s back ...
Leaving a horrifying gash.
The demon managed to reduce the damage and avoid death by concentrating an immense amount of aura at the point of impact.
It was remarkable control.
Proof that Amon had partially predicted the attack.
He retaliated immediately—
Launching a punch with everything he had.
Frey blocked it with his arm.
He didn’t dodge.
He didn’t retreat.
At this point—
Even those instantaneous punches could be physically stopped.
By concentrating an absurd amount of black-hole aura and soulfire at the point of contact.
Though the impact completely shattered his arm ..
The damage regenerated before either of them could even blink.
Meanwhile—
The Dark Sister had already lodged itself inside Amon once again.
Frey had stabbed him at the exact moment he blocked the attack ...
Making evasion impossible.
With the blade embedded in Amon’s body ...
Frey unleashed his overwhelming attack once more.
"Nameless judgement."
Dark stellar flames erupted ...
Engulfing Amon completely ...
Erasing him from existence.
The beam of aura dissipated instantly after completing its task ...
Breaking apart into particles that returned to Frey’s body ...
Restoring the aura he had expended.
"And now..."
"Only one remains."
Frey turned his head slowly toward the spot where Amon’s body was forming again.
This time ... The demon looked weaker than ever.
Pale.
Fragile.
Yet—
His smile never faded.
"Hah... this isn’t fair."
"What isn’t?" Frey asked calmly, pulling out the Nameless Mask and placing it over his face.
"You."
Amon let out a strained laugh.
"Beings like me spend years... decades... just to grow a little stronger."
"And you..."
"Just one month... and the gap became this overwhelming."
"Then you should’ve taken that complaint to your king."
"He’s the most unfair existence in this world."
Slowly—
Frey began gathering power around his sword.
Something terrifying was coming.
Amon felt it clearly.
He summoned everything he had left in response.
"Are you really comparing yourself to the King?"
"You?"
Amon laughed.
"You’re not even close."
"There’s no comparison between you."
"You’re right," Frey replied.
"There is no one like me in this world."
Space warped.
Aura surged violently ...
To the point that the Dark Sister itself began to bend.
Amon’s eyes widened.
For the first time since the battle began—
His smile disappeared.
Frey stared at him through the gaps of his mask ...
Then slowly raised his blade.
"Only me."
What happened after Frey finished speaking...
Was horrifying.
Amon—who, despite his age and countless battles—
Had never experienced anything like this.
Not even once.
’I’ve fought thousands of enemies... faced countless battles... but...’
Amon’s eyes slowly widened—
As the entire world turned gray.
’I’ve never faced an attack like this before...’
It was overwhelming.
So overwhelming ...
That he did nothing.
Didn’t even attempt to defend.
He simply... watched.
Meanwhile—
Frey had changed.
In a strange way.
’This is my first time attempting this... to the point I can barely execute it even while wearing the mask.’
A new attack.
One he had never used before.
There was no opponent within the Shadow Sect capable of surviving it.
Anyone who faced it—
Would die instantly.
And he couldn’t test it in open space either ...
Because it was a strike that annihilated everything alive across a vast area.
It began—
By pushing soulfire to its absolute limit.
Creating flames that would never fade.
Never extinguish.
Then—
He unleashed the maximum output of black-hole aura.
Burning through his entire SSS-class aura reserve.
Controlling both at once ...
Was normally impossible.
But thanks to the power of the Krat race—
And the ability of the Absolute Manipulator ...
It became possible.
With near-perfect control—
Frey fused the two forces together.
A complete fusion.
Two of the most destructive powers ...
Combined at their highest possible output.
The result...
Was the birth of something new.
A strange, radiant gray energy.
Completely alien.
Impossible to measure.
Frey released it through the Dark Sister ...
A blade forged from an unbreakable black metal.
But ... Before his eyes ...
The sword bent.
Warped under the sheer pressure of that power.
It was as if the Dark Sister itself was screaming ...
Begging him to stop.
Yet—
Frey unleashed the attack anyway.
Detonating it directly in Amon’s face.
The ominous gray energy swallowed everything.
Silently.
Amon vanished—
As if he had never existed.
Everything to his left and right ...
Everything behind him ...
Gone.
Everything—
Erased.
And the gray energy did not stop.
It continued forward.
Devouring more and more ... Across an enormous stretch of space.
"As expected..."
"Fully controlling this new power is nearly impossible..."
Frey raised his blade—
Or rather—
What remained of it.
The Dark Sister had shattered into fragments.
Only a broken remnant remained.
"...Sorry."
"My friend... I pushed you beyond your limits."
Frey slowly closed his eyes.
The dark Balerion gauntlet trembled—
Then transformed into a black substance that flowed through his arm ...
Merging with the shattered blade ...
Reforging the Dark Sister.
Frey opened his eyes .. Staring at the space ahead.
There was nothing.
No sea.
No ocean.
Not even land.
Only a vast, endless void.
The gray energy eventually dissipated .
Forced into submission by Frey.
And despite existing in this world for only a few seconds—
Every living being had frozen during that time.
The war had stopped.
Silence reigned.
As if sound itself had been muted.
Above ... Maskith had halted as well, along with Snow.
Even that ancient old man stared downward in awe.
Then he smiled.
The first to break the unnatural silence.
"If that had hit me..."
"That would’ve been troublesome."
Back to Frey—
He vanished instantly—
Reappearing elsewhere.
At the end of the destruction’s path.
Ironically ... He was now extremely close to the battlefield.
Because his attack had torn across the entire Demonic Sea—
Reaching the continent of the Ultras.
From afar ... He observed the war, which had resumed after those brief seconds of silence.
Frey lowered his gaze.
Toward Amon who had regenerated for the final time.
But this time, He was no longer the same demon.
Even Frey was surprised.
Amon lay on the ground ... Unable to stand.
His skin had withered ,Clinging tightly to his bones.
His body had lost all strength.
His black hair had turned white ...
As if he had aged countless years in an instant.
He looked old.
Fragile.
Like a completely different person.
His weakened body trembled.
His breathing ... Shallow.
Unsteady.
Frey stared at him ... Confusion filling his eyes.
"Why?"
"Why didn’t you use it?"
Raising the reforged Dark Sister, now merged with Balerion .
Frey prepared to end his life.
A strange demon.
Said to possess a world-breaking ability beyond comprehension.
Yet he never used it.
Not until the very end.
And now—
He stood at death’s door.
Frey could not understand him.
Amon slowly opened his eyes.
Then his mouth .. With difficulty.
"You fool..."
"You understand nothing..."
At that moment—
Something unexpected happened.
Frey saw something falling from the corners of Amon’s eyes.
Something—
Other than blood.
Tears.
With a hoarse voice .. Amon spoke his final words.
"This..."
"Was never... my power..."
"This... isn’t a world-breaking ability..."
"It never was..."
"And it never will be..."
His voice changed.
And something , Was about to happen.
Frey knew.
He understood it better than anyone.
That was why ...
He struck without hesitation.
But his blade never reached Amon.
Something stopped it.
Something... wrong.
"Impossible..." a voice whispered.
It wasn’t Frey.
It wasn’t Amon.
It was Nameless—
The only one who realized what was about to happen before anyone else.
The tears fell faster.
Amon’s body decayed faster.
His voice—
Faded into nothing.
"It’s not... a power..."
"It’s... a curse."
The demon’s body trembled.
Then ... His presence changed.
The air thickened.
Reality distorted.
And the sky darkened in an instant.
The light drained from Amon’s eyes—
As he whispered his final words.
"A curse... from me..."
"A curse... upon every living being on this earth."
Silence.
Amon said nothing more.
And once again—
The war stopped.
Everything fell still.
The next voice ... Did not belong to this battlefield.
"Pitiful creature..."
"You were crushed beneath that power... burdened by it..."
"And so you chose to curse all living existence."
The voice descended ... Shaking the world itself.
And for the first time in a long time—
Frey felt it.
Fear.
From inside Amon’s mouth ...
A hand emerged.
Pale.
Dark.
Wicked.
It stretched outward.
His mouth widened .. Tearing open .
Becoming a gate.
And from it—
Something else began to step through.
A colossal existence.
Its mere presence bent the laws of the entire planet.
"So this is the curse you chose..."
"...very well."
"I accept it."
The rest of the body followed.
He was towering ... So tall Frey had to raise his head just to look at him.
A cloak of darkness wrapped his form ..
Like a living abyss threatening to devour all things.
Shadows bled into the world around him.
His long black hair drifted wildly—
Scattering like fragments of night.
Frey stepped back.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
He stopped.
A pressure fell upon him.
Unnatural.
Absolute.
His heart pounded violently.
Again.
And again.
And again.
As if it would shatter his chest.
He couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t move.
All he could do ... Was stare.
Frozen and terrified.
In those fleeting seconds of pure dread ...
Every living being on Earth trembled.
Some began to bleed.
Others collapsed instantly, unconscious.
And those who remained—
All turned.
Toward one point.
Toward that presence.
That... calamity.
"...So he used it."
Maskith spoke quietly, closing his eyes.
Before him ...
Snow stood frozen, equally shaken by what he had witnessed from afar.
"The forbidden ability..."
"The Balance."
"When it is invoked..."
"He can manifest through Amon."
"On one condition."
"That he fulfills Amon’s wish..."
"And curses those Amon has chosen."
"In doing so..."
"He deceives causality."
"He escapes constraints."
"He breaks inevitability."
"And for a brief moment..."
"He exists beyond all limits."
Maskith slowly opened his eyes.
"And that means..."
"This war..."
"...is over."
There was nothing left to say.
Nothing left to tell.
Because ...
He was here.
Standing before Frey—
He opened his crimson eyes.
And smiled.
"A bit early..."
"But shall we begin?"
"The final battle."
He laughed.
And with it ...
A monstrous pressure erupted, crushing everything.
The final boss.
The last opponent.
Had arrived too soon.
This was their first true meeting.
The first time ... He had come personally.
For him.
The strongest.
The undefeated.
The being feared by all life.
The King of Demons ...
Agaroth.
"You..."
"And every living creature in this world..."
"Today..."
"You will understand."
"What fear truly is."
The world began to break.
And with it ...
The shattering finally began, and with it, the end arrived .