Ada died.
And with her—
The last fragment of light within Frey Starlight died as well.
The Demon King expected a reaction.
And he got exactly what he wanted.
Frey’s body trembled.
Then—
It exploded.
A monstrous surge of dark energy erupted from him, swallowing him whole... and swallowing the entire Earth along with it.
Agaroth slowly turned his head, staring at the torrent of darkness pouring from Frey.
He understood.
Frey had broken through.
And a wide smile carved itself across his face.
Frey had reached the final phase of SSS.
He had reached the peak.
But Agaroth had made one mistake.
Because the one who broke through this time...
Was not Frey.
"SLAAAAAAASH!!!"
A sudden strike tore upward into the depths of space, ripping through the very veins of the universe.
Agaroth’s right arm was severed completely.
It was blown away by a massive dark blade—formed from a fusion of gray and black aura, perfectly intertwined.
From within the storm of darkness—
Frey emerged.
Wearing Nameless’ mask, its surface reflecting a cold violet glow.
But this was not Frey.
It was Nameless.
He had finally taken control of Frey’s body... after breaking free from Agaroth’s restraint.
The moment he severed the Demon King’s arm, Nameless slammed his hand against the ground, urgency and fear evident in his movements.
"Nameless’ Manipulation of Life and Death: The Eternal Cycle!!"
From his palm, a strange dark circle expanded rapidly.
It engulfed the Shadow Sect... then continued to grow... and grow—
Until it covered the entire planet within seconds.
The runic circle was vast... overwhelming.
So immense that the pressure it released stunned everyone who felt it.
Among them ... Maskith.
Who stared down from above, his eyes wide open in shock at the level of control over life and death that Nameless displayed.
"Is he... trying to trap everyone?"
Elsewhere—
Agaroth regenerated his severed arm, laughing at Nameless’ attempt.
"What you’re doing is pointless. I won’t allow it."
"Then try and stop me!!"
Gripping his sword with everything he had, Nameless unleashed an overwhelming explosion of aura, hurling it directly at the Demon King.
The strike erased the Shadow Sect from existence—along with everything surrounding it.
And it hurled Agaroth into space.
Nameless followed immediately.
Chasing after him.
Racing against time.
The great warrior was no longer himself.
He had lost all composure... all calm.
He looked frantic.
Anxious.
Afraid.
And more than anything ...
Furious.
’It’s fine... everything will be fine.’
The thought echoed within his mind.
A mind that had fallen into complete darkness.
Where Frey... had disappeared.
’I can save them... I can save them all!’
Nameless surged forward with everything he had, colliding head-on with Agaroth... and the battle began.
The seventh phase of SSS.
Eight world-breaking abilities.
Against the Demon King Agaroth—the existence standing at the very peak of the world.
Agaroth’s fist ignited with a colossal dark flame as he struck.
Nameless met it with his blade.
Fist and sword collided, and the echo of their exploding auras rippled across space itself.
Agaroth unleashed multiple world-breaking abilities, surrounding Nameless from every direction.
Yet Nameless deflected everything... and struck back.
Manipulating the waves of aura, hundreds of thousands of dark celestial bodies formed around him.
Each one carried the fused power of two world-breaking abilities.
They rained down upon Agaroth in a relentless storm of attacks.
From every direction.
Until Nameless’ aura expanded, covering a vast region of space around the Earth.
His control over aura reached a perfect state.
So refined... that he lost not even a fraction of power despite the overwhelming number of attacks he unleashed.
His consumption was nearly zero.
And so he added more.
And more.
Shaping them into countless blades.
Holding two in his hands, while ten hovered behind him, Nameless erased the distance between them.
And the two clashed—face to face.
Agaroth responded to Nameless’ wave manipulation by forming countless black holes.
They swallowed every celestial construct... nullifying all incoming attacks.
The Demon King was a complete fighter.
He could fight from any position, in any style, wield any weapon with absolute mastery.
Yet he chose the simplest method.
His fists alone.
Each hand carried an overwhelming number of world-breaking abilities.
Blood, death, and darkness in one.
Shadows, a lightning-like force, and something akin to magnetism in the other.
His body glowed like a nuclear core on the verge of detonation.
His physical strength reached a level that surpassed even the mightiest of the Pantheon.
Using such a vast number of world-breaking abilities turned him into a walking catastrophe.
And Nameless faced that catastrophe head-on.
Despite the immense pressure imposed upon him, the masked warrior stood firm.
He did not retreat.
His blades cut through everything the Demon King threw at him.
He reached his body.
He broke through his defenses.
Agaroth was clearly superior in raw aura and destructive power.
But Nameless—
Was the better fighter.
In control.
In killing intent.
He surpassed Agaroth by a clear margin.
And that... was the decisive difference between him and Frey.
Because even though Frey had inherited most of Nameless’ power...
He could never fight like him.
Countless years of experience could never be replaced.
The battle between Agaroth and Nameless felt like a return to the past.
A battle that once decided the fate of the universe itself...
Now reborn.
For the sake of a single, insignificant planet in a forgotten corner of existence.
"This truly brings back memories..." Agaroth said, a wide smile spreading across his face, intoxicated by the heat of battle.
"Even if your existence is distorted... a monster remains a monster."
His fist struck Nameless’ blade, forcing him back—
Until both of them crashed onto a distant moon.
"I understand exactly what you’re trying to do," Agaroth continued.
"And I must say... I’m truly surprised by this desperation of yours."
"Who would have thought that the emotionless masked warrior... would go this far for a handful of humans?"
The King walked across the surface of the moon with calm authority, approaching Nameless without hesitation.
"Emotions have taken root within you."
"You are no longer what you once were."
Agaroth struck the ground beneath him, his shadow spreading outward.
"But you will not succeed."
"Because I will not allow it."
He took a fighting stance.
His thirst for battle unchanged—just as it had always been.
On the other side, Nameless understood.
Nothing would change... unless he dealt with the Demon King.
The same Demon King he had failed to defeat in the distant past.
The same existence he was now forced to face once more.
Agaroth had achieved what he wanted.
He had pushed Frey’s body to reach the final—seventh phase of SSS.
But the chains binding Nameless’ soul... had not disappeared.
They had weakened.
Fragile enough now for the Demon King to break them himself.
But even in this state—it would take time.
And Agaroth knew it.
So he chose to continue.
To keep applying pressure.
On Frey.
On Nameless.
Until everything shattered.
Nameless, in turn, understood Agaroth’s true intention.
And that gave him a decisive advantage.
Because the Demon King was holding back.
He did not want to kill Frey... nor Nameless.
Unlike Nameless ...
Who could fight with everything he had... to kill the King.
Face to face—
The two reached their conclusion.
There was nothing left.
Only battle.
And so—
The war began anew.
The return of the clash...
Between Nameless and Agaroth.