The air was thick.
Not with magic.
Not with death.
But with pure silence.
Dust settled across the wastelands. The skies, once black with storm and flame, now flickered with eerie calm.
Yujiro stood on top of Ivarage's broken body—unmoving. Dominant. Eternal.
Velzard, Veldora, and Milim dared not speak.
No one did.
But then—
A pulse.
Faint at first.
Then louder.
Heavier.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Yujiro's eyes narrowed.
"Tch."
Ivarage's fingers twitched.
From the shattered soil beneath Yujiro's foot, a dark crimson glow erupted—an unholy glyph etched in draconic runes. The air split open with cracks of red lightning.
Ivarage's body began to reassemble itself, bones snapping, blood reversing direction, muscles thickening with raw vengeance.
His body glowed—pure chaos magic fusing with divine soul energy.
His skin now blackened obsidian, his wings jagged with runic scales.
"DID YOU THINK THAT WAS ENOUGH TO DESTROY A WORLD DESTROYER?"
"I AM WRATH! I AM OBLIVION!"
He stood. Over twelve feet tall again—new armor growing from his skin, molten energy spiraling through his veins like rivers of fire.
Velzard gasped. "He… he evolved again!"
Veldora stepped forward. "That magic output is higher than anything I've ever sensed… even from Veldanava!"
Milim clenched her fists. "Yujiro…"
But Yujiro was smiling.
"That was the warm-up," he said, cracking his neck.
"Now I'm really pissed."
Ivarage exploded forward.
He swung, and with one strike, shattered the landmass beneath them.
Continents broke. Skies cracked.
But Yujiro… vanished.
He reappeared above Ivarage, his foot descending with unreal force.
"Twelve Sky Palm Reversal."
BOOM!
A shockwave of pure kinetic fury launched Ivarage into the earth like a meteor—drilling miles into the crust.
Ivarage burst back up, roaring, summoning his final spell:
"Apocalypse Dragon Seal: Void Cataclysm!"
Thousands of magic circles layered around him, forming a cosmic black sun. It devoured light, sound, even time itself.
He hurled it toward Yujiro.
Veldora screamed: "YUJIRO—THAT CAN ERASE EXISTENCE!"
Yujiro didn't dodge.
He stood still—then opened his stance.
"Let me show you something," Yujiro said softly.
The world paused.
His muscles tensed—not glowing, not glowing with energy—but reality itself bent around him.
"Hanma Art: Void Displacement – Red Tiger Style."
He punched the void.
The cataclysm… stopped.
Then reversed.
It shattered in on itself, imploding with a soundless howl.
The aftershock turned the skies blue again. Time resumed.
Yujiro's eyes glowed—not from magic, but from a will that transcended understanding.
He walked through the crater toward the stunned Ivarage, who now stumbled backward.
"W-what are you…?!" Ivarage coughed blood.
"You're not the first god-slayer I've broken," Yujiro said.
He spun—graceful yet brutal—and delivered a sequence no one had ever seen before:
Muay Thai elbow to the collarbone
Wing Chun palm strike to the ribs
Capoeira spinning axe kick to the skull
Aikido joint lock mid-air
And finally…
"Hanma Legacy Move… Bone Graveyard."
Yujiro delivered a pressure-point combo so precise that every major nerve, tendon, and artery in Ivarage's body was disabled simultaneously.
POP. SNAP. CRACK.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!"
Ivarage screamed in unholy agony.
He fell to his knees, wings tattered, his body folding like an origami of pain.
Yujiro approached.
"Any last words?"
Ivarage wheezed.
"I… I was born… to destroy…"
Yujiro raised one finger.
"And I was born to make sure things like you never succeed."
One final strike—a Lethwei fist straight to the heart.
A sound like a gong echoing across eternity.
Ivarage exploded—not in gore, but into fragments of corrupted divinity, scattering across the winds like ash.
Gone.
Erased.
Undone.
Silence.
Then—
Milim fell to her knees. "He… he did it…"
Veldora laughed shakily. "This man… is beyond comprehension."
Velzard whispered, "He's not human… he's justice made flesh."
Yujiro cracked his neck.
"Now then…" he turned to the sky. "Who's next?"
Far above all known creation, beyond galaxies and realms, beyond time and concept, in a domain untouched by even the True Dragons or the gods of other worlds—
There existed a place of absolute stillness.
A place only one being could call home.
A radiant expanse of divine gold and white, floating amidst the pure essence of the cosmos, where reality bent in reverence and even light dared not move without permission.
Here sat a throne, vast beyond measure—
And upon it, robed in celestial cloth that shimmered like the birth of stars, sat a figure of unmatched majesty.
Veldanava.
The Supreme One.
The Creator.
The Alpha and the Omega of it all.
His golden eyes, swirling like twin galaxies, watched intently through a divine mirror—a screen of stardust shaped by will alone.
On it, he saw everything:
Feldway's fall…
Yujiro's wrath…
Ivarage's destruction…
And still—the Cardinal World remained chained, its people under the cruel Dominion spell.
Only Yujiro, Velzard, Veldora, and Milim stood free.
"You've done well… Yujiro Hanma," Veldanava whispered, his voice like a symphony of harmonies sung across eternity.
"A man with no magic, no aura… yet a strength surpasses it all. You remind me… of how simple strength once was."
He gazed deeper into the mirror, watching Velzard, Veldora, and Milim standing amidst the aftermath. The world trembled in silence. Cities were motionless. People stood like statues—souls caged by lingering control.
Veldanava stood from his throne.
The realm around him quaked in awe.
He lifted his hand. With a snap of his fingers, not of flesh, but of divine will—
"Let My Children Breathe Again."
Back in the Cardinal World…
A light unlike any ever seen before—divine and eternal—descended from the sky.
It was warm, but not hot.
It was bright, but not blinding.
It was holy, but not judgmental.
It swept across every mountain, forest, city, village, and desert.
People collapsed, eyes flickering open as if waking from the deepest of nightmares.
"Wha… where am I…?"
"I… I'm free…!"
"My thoughts… they're mine again!"
From Rimuru in Tempest, to Guy in the Ice Continent, to Leon in Sarion, Draguel in the Barren Lands, Rudra in the Eastern Empire…
All were freed.
Even Velgrynd, still recovering from Feldway's influence, gasped as the weight lifted.
Rimuru clutched his chest.
"This… this feeling… it's like… the world itself was touched by something divine…"
Guy narrowed his eyes, his voice tense.
"No… this isn't magic. This is something older. Stronger."
Back on the battlefield—
Milim, eyes wide, looked up to the skies as golden particles gently rained down.
"What… is this? Is this Yujiro again?"
Veldora blinked, stunned.
"No. Even Yujiro doesn't radiate like this…"
Velzard stared into the heavens, awe washing over her.
"This… this isn't just power… it's origin. Something… above us."
Yujiro simply exhaled and closed his eyes, letting the wind move through his hair.
"Not my doing," he muttered.
Milim looked over. "Then… what is it?"
Above, Veldanava watched the light wrap around his creations, his voice soft, his heart content.
"Let them remember what it means to be free," he said to himself.
"Let them reclaim their will. Feldway's obsession with order… ends now."
He turned away from the mirror and sat once more upon his throne.
"Yujiro… I wonder how far you'll go. You are not of this world… and yet, you now hold it in your hands."
The divine mirror faded into nothing.
All across the world, the light lingered like a gentle echo—then vanished.
And the world…
was free again.
A wind passed.
And with it, so did the last trace of Feldway's Dominion.
But something far more powerful had now taken over and that something is Yujiro Hanma, the strongest...
And nothing would ever be the same again.