Fafnir stared at Anbord in disbelief. His breathing had become uneven. The hand gripping his greatsword trembled slightly, not from fear, but from sheer rage struggling to remain contained.

That attack...

That attack should have erased continents. It should have vaporized the empire down to its foundation. And yet, nothing happened. Not even damage. Below him, Ethan floated upward slowly from the center of Anbord, hands resting behind his back casually.

His black coat fluttered softly, while his mismatched silver and gold eyes remained calm. Behind him floated the six Spirit Guardians like divine attendants. That serenity, that composure, that complete lack of concern... It infuriated Fafnir beyond reason.

"YOU!"

BOOM!

The Dragon Emperor’s aura exploded outward violently. The sky shattered around him, and space warped. His draconic pressure descended like collapsing worlds as his fury finally erupted fully.

"You took them from me!" His roar echoed through the atmosphere.

"MY CHILDREN!"

His sword trembled with violent power as molten crimson energy poured from the blade like bleeding stars.

"Sol!"

The name alone carried grief.

"Vaelrith!"

Another pulse of destruction exploded outward.

"Drakar!"

The heavens cracked further.

"And the traitors!"

Fafnir’s eyes became bloodshot.

"Barki and Amara abandoned me because of YOU!"

His aura erupted again.

"You destroyed my empire!"

"You poisoned my bloodline!"

"You corrupted MY dragons!"

"You turned my children against me!"

Each accusation struck like thunder.

"You think strength makes you a king?!"

"You think power makes you untouchable?!"

"You arrogant insect!"

Fafnir pointed his blade toward Ethan with murderous wrath.

"I will kill every single member of your family!"

His voice distorted reality itself.

"I will tear apart your wives before your eyes!"

"I will rip the heads from your children!"

"I will burn Anbord until even its ashes scream your name!"

"And THEN..." His golden eyes widened murderously. "I will kill you last."

Silence followed.

The battlefield had completely stopped as everyone watched. Gods, saints, dragons, demons, and elves. All of Debranlith witnessed the confrontation between the two monsters.

Through all of Fafnir’s rage, Ethan just listened. For nearly two full minutes, Fafnir raged endlessly into the heavens while Ethan floated there with the same composed expression.

"Are you done?" Ethan asked softly, making Fafnir’s face twitch. Ethan tilted his head slightly.

"Because that was a lot."

Something inside Fafnir visibly snapped.

"You!"

Ethan interrupted him casually.

"I don’t even know you."

Silence. Absolute silence. The world itself seemed to pause. Fafnir froze, his expression blanked completely.

"What?"

Ethan looked genuinely thoughtful.

"I mean it. You keep talking like we have some deep personal history."

He gestured vaguely.

"But we’ve barely interacted."

Fafnir’s body shook violently. His face twisted between disbelief, humiliation, and wrath so intense it became almost comical. Blood suddenly spilled from the corner of his mouth from sheer emotional backlash. The Dragon Emperor, the being who ruled dragonkind, actually staggered backward slightly.

"You..." His voice cracked. "...you dare..."

Ethan frowned lightly.

"Oh, wait." He snapped his fingers once. "I just remembered."

Fafnir’s eyes burned murderously.

"Yes?"

Ethan smiled faintly.

"Lucifer knew you."

The world froze again. This time, Fafnir genuinely stopped breathing. His pupils contracted violently, while his grip loosened on his sword for a fraction of a second.

"What?"

Ethan continued calmly. "He defeated you first and disappeared afterward."

Fafnir’s expression shattered completely.

"No..."

His voice came out almost as a whisper. No one knew that. No one. That battle, that humiliation, that loss had happened long before Anbord existed. Long before Ethan. Long before this war. Only two beings had witnessed it.

Fafnir and Lucifer. No gods had watched. No dragons knew. No records existed. Because afterward, Lucifer vanished. Fafnir’s breathing became ragged.

"That’s impossible..." He stared at Ethan like he was seeing him for the first time. "Who are you?"

Ethan’s eyes glowed faintly. For the briefest second, a third color appeared deep within them: Crimson. An ancient, prideful, beautiful, and terrifying crimson. The atmosphere changed instantly. Several gods observing from afar abruptly stood from their seats, a demon god dropped his chalice, and the Elf Emperor’s eyes widened because the aura surrounding Ethan had changed. It wasn’t just stronger. It was older. Far older.

Ethan smiled calmly and answered the silent question.

"I am Lucifer."

The words spread softly across existence, yet the moment they were spoken, reality screamed.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

An unimaginable pressure exploded from Ethan’s body. The sky above Debranlith split apart entirely. Golden-red wings made of primordial light erupted behind Ethan’s back, spanning across the heavens themselves. Countless glowing sigils rotated around him. His silvery-white hair slowly began turning brighter.

And Fafnir... Fafnir stumbled backward in genuine horror. Because now he remembered: Those eyes, that pressure, that calm smile, and that unbearable existence that had crushed him long ago.

The being who stood before him now was not merely Ethan Kael’Dri. He was the ancient monster who had once defeated the Dragon Primogenitor and vanished from history itself: Lucifer. Fafnir felt fear for the first time in a while.

Fear. The emotion burned through Fafnir’s veins like poison. He remembered the impossible pressure, the unbearable brilliance, and the humiliation of being defeated before he had fully become the Dragon Emperor.

Lucifer.

The being who had vanished after shattering his pride long ago. And now, that same existence stood before him once more, far stronger. Fafnir’s rage exploded violently to suppress the fear threatening to consume him.

"NO!"

BOOOOOOM!!!

His draconic aura erupted like a dying universe, and the skies shattered entirely. Millions of crimson lightning bolts erupted across Debranlith as Fafnir abandoned restraint completely. His body began expanding. His armor cracked and shifted, golden scales spread across his skin, his horns lengthened, wings erupted from his back like continental disasters.

Within seconds, a colossal dragon appeared above Anbord. It wasn’t merely colossal. It was apocalyptic. Fafnir’s true dragon form stretched across the skies themselves, so massive that his body disappeared into cloud layers above the atmosphere. His scales were black-gold, his eyes burned like twin suns, molten energy leaked endlessly from between his fangs. The sheer pressure of his existence bent gravity. Every surviving dragon across the world roared instinctively. Their king had finally entered the battlefield.

"LUCIFERRRRR!"

His roar annihilated mountains thousands of kilometers away. Fafnir descended like the end of existence itself. His claws tore through dimensions. His wings generated storms capable of ripping continents apart. His mouth opened, and a beam of condensed draconic annihilation erupted downward, this time toward Ethan directly.

The beam crossed space instantly. Ethan raised one hand.

BOOOOOOOM!!!

The impact alone erased the atmosphere around them. A sphere of destruction expanded outward violently as dimensions folded inward from the sheer pressure. Gods observing from afar narrowed their eyes. Fafnir was no longer holding back.

This was the full might of the Dragon Primogenitor. A hand emerged from the explosion. perfectly intact. Ethan walked through the annihilation beam itself calmly. The energy split around his body like a river around a stone. His expression remained serene.

But, he suddenly moved offensively. His hand stretched outward slowly, and reality trembled. A deep humming sound spread through existence itself.

Order and Mysticism. Two primordial concepts intertwined. Ancient runes ignited across Ethan’s arm, as golden geometric formations rotated around him endlessly. The air became heavier, while the world became quieter.

Something appeared in his grasp. It was a warhammer, manifested and created from law itself. The weapon was massive. Its handle was dark silver wrapped in glowing golden inscriptions that constantly rearranged themselves like living equations. The hammerhead itself looked impossibly ancient. One side resembled a perfectly geometric construct of divine order, layered with rotating circular mechanisms and floating runic rings.

The other side was mysticism incarnate. It was shifting, covered in symbols that changed every second, refusing to remain comprehensible. Chains of glowing scripture floated around the weapon like orbiting stars. The moment Ethan held it, the universe reacted.

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

A shockwave exploded outward from his position. Fafnir’s descending attack actually slowed, as space around Ethan stabilized unnaturally, as if reality itself preferred his existence over others.

Far below, Jerry’s eyes widened.

"That hammer."

Harley smiled faintly.

"He finally decided to use the weapon he likes best."

Even Galeno adjusted his glasses with visible surprise.

"First time in centuries."

Fafnir’s massive dragon eyes narrowed.

"That weapon..." He remembered it, too, because that hammer had once broken his jaw. Ethan rolled his shoulder slightly while holding the warhammer and sighed.

"I haven’t used this since I was young." The weapon hummed softly in response, as if it recognized him. Fafnir roared and descended fully.

"DIE!"

His claw came crashing downward with enough force to split the world apart. Ethan swung once.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The clash erased sound, as a circular shockwave expanded across the planet instantly. Cloud layers disappeared worldwide, the oceans split apart, entire regions of void infestation were vaporized accidentally, and Fafnir’s colossal body stopped. His claw trembled violently against the hammer.

CRACK.

One of his claws shattered. Fafnir’s eyes widened in shock. Ethan looked upward calmly.

"Still weaker than before."

The statement nearly drove Fafnir insane. The Dragon Emperor roared furiously and unleashed thousands of attacks at once. Claws, breath beams, spatial tears, gravity collapses, draconic laws, every strike capable of destroying nations, and Ethan met every single one with the hammer.

BOOM!

A wing shattered.

BOOM!

A horn cracked.

BOOM!

Space itself broke apart, as the battle escalated instantly into something incomprehensible. Fafnir moved like living destruction. Ethan moved like an inevitable law. Every swing of the warhammer stabilized or erased phenomena around it. Mysticism warped concepts, Order forced reality into obedience. At one point, Fafnir unleashed a massive draconic sun from his jaws, and Ethan literally struck the attack apart like glass.

The resulting explosion illuminated half the planet.

Far away, the citizens of Anbord stared upward in awe and terror, because the sky itself no longer existed. Only endless storms of golden-red energy remained. Within that chaos, two figures clashed endlessly. One, a dragon born from primordial pride. The other, something far older.

Fafnir suddenly flashed forward at impossible speed, his jaws snapping toward Ethan directly. Ethan vanished and appeared above Fafnir’s head instantly. The warhammer rotated in his hand. Ancient runes ignited brighter.

Ethan finally spoke with genuine coldness.

"You talk too much."

The hammer descended, and the world screamed.