"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"

Explosions echoed across the entirety of Earth as streaks of violet and golden-red light tore through the sky at impossible speeds. Their movements transcended conventional limits, their clashes so intense that any structure of Earth in their path was instantly melted or erased, leaving behind burning scars etched into the very fabric of space.

The battlefield had ceased to be a place.

It had become a storm.

A storm born from two beings who had abandoned all restraint.

The focus and determination of both warriors pushed them beyond their limits. Their bodies, already strained to the brink, continued to evolve under pressure, driven by sheer willpower. Their minds sharpened, their instincts refined, their every movement honed to perfection as they wagered their lives in every exchange.

Thousands—no, hundreds of thousands—of collisions occurred every second.

Each impact birthed shockwaves capable of annihilating entire regions, and together they formed a cataclysmic tempest that consumed everything around them. The sky fractured under the strain, while the ground below collapsed again and again, unable to endure the relentless devastation.

And then—

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!"

A final, colossal explosion engulfed the heavens.

Violet and crimson light clashed and detonated, filling the sky with a blinding radiance before dispersing in all directions.

Two figures fell. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

They crashed into the shattered Earth below, their bodies carving deep trenches into the already ruined land. Dust and debris rose in massive clouds, obscuring everything for a brief moment.

When it settled—

They were still standing.

Anark and Adam faced each other once more.

Both were grievously wounded. Blood flowed freely from their mouths, their noses, their wounds—every breath they took was labored, their life forces flickering in an unstable state. Their bodies trembled under the accumulated damage, pushed far beyond what they should have been able to endure.

And yet—

They stood.

Their eyes met.

In that silent exchange, they understood.

There would be no more prolonged battle. No more testing, no more adaptation. The next clash would decide everything.

No words were needed.

No declarations.

This was the end.

Anark slowly lowered his stance, drawing in every fragment of power he still possessed. His focus condensed entirely into his right fist as violet energy began to gather around it, growing denser with every passing instant.

The air warped.

Then space followed.

A miniature event horizon began to form around his fist, bending light and distorting reality itself.

Across from him, Adam raised a single finger.

Space began to compress and expand around it in rapid succession, creating a rhythm that resonated with the foundation of reality. The density at that point increased at an alarming rate, reaching levels that made the entire planet tremble in response.

And it continued to rise.

Anark’s eyes narrowed as he sensed the nature of that power. It was not simply overwhelming—it carried principles so refined, so absolute, that even his Emptiness Void Force might struggle to counter it directly.

For the first time since his ascension, he recognized it clearly.

Despite everything—

He was still behind.

Adam had reached this realm billions of years ago. His mastery, his refinement, his understanding of Fourth Realm Power... they were on an entirely different level.

But Anark had something Adam did not.

Nothing to lose!

The individual known as Anark would not survive this battle. Even if he won, his ego would be consumed by the nature of the Lord of the Emptiness, erased by the vast, impersonal force he had become.

So there was no hesitation.

No fear.

Only resolve.

"ARGHHHH!"

With a primal roar, all ten suns orbiting Anark’s forehead ignited simultaneously, exploding with blinding radiance. Their energy surged outward before being drawn inward, channeled entirely into his right fist.

The ground beneath him shattered violently, cracks spreading outward as molten rock burst upward from the pressure alone.

Adam’s eyes widened.

He felt it.

True danger.

A power so immense that his instincts screamed at him to retreat, to abandon the clash and survive. He could escape. He could wait. He could let the inevitable erosion of Anark’s individuality grant him victory without risk.

But he did not move.

Instead, his gaze hardened.

Determination filled his heart as his Wings of Order flared like rising suns, their light illuminating the shattered world. Around him, the Universe Matrix began to manifest, a grand structure of power that resonated with the very origin of existence.

The singularity above his finger intensified.

Finally, Anark’s power reached its peak.

The violet energy condensed to its absolute limit, casting a radiant glow across all of Earth and extending beyond, touching the very fabric of the Tenth Empyrean World. It was as if a new sun had risen—a violet sun heralding the end of all things.

Anark surged forward, his fist leading the charge.

Reality collapsed in his wake.

Space fractured. Time warped. Gravity twisted and broke apart as the fundamental forces that sustained existence were torn asunder. Everything in his path was consumed, reduced to raw, chaotic essence.

It was not an attack.

It was annihilation incarnate.

A wave of void that sought to erase everything.

And it descended upon Adam.

At that precise moment—

Adam spoke.

Time seemed to halt.

His voice echoed, not just across the battlefield, but across the universe itself.

"Order of Big Bang: Birth of the First Dawn!"

The words resonated with unimaginable power.

The singularity above his finger trembled—

And within it, a spark ignited.

An ember.

The beginning of everything.

In the next instant, all that compressed energy was released.

A massive burst of radiant force erupted outward, a primordial explosion that carried the essence of creation itself. It surged forward, colliding directly with the incoming wave of void.

Creation met annihilation.

And the universe trembled.

...

Far beyond the Tenth Empyrean World, across immeasurable distances, lay a universe unlike any other.

It was a place that did not merely endure Fourth Realm battles—it fostered them.

Here, existence itself encouraged conflict, pushing those who had touched the Fourth Realm to confront others of equal standing, driving their entire being toward complete transcendence. It was a crucible of evolution, a realm where power was forged through endless struggle.

This was the domain of the Blutlinie Race.

Paradise.

Ordinarily, every realm within this vast super-universe existed in a constant state of war. The Blutlinie were violent, war-driven beings, their nature defined by conquest and destruction.

But the Ninth Realm—

Was different.

At least, it had been since the return of the Scarlet King.

The land that had once known only bloodshed had fallen silent.

The Blutlinie population had been massacred. Entire civilizations had been wiped out, their remnants reduced to scattered survivors who now hid in terror, not daring to make a sound for fear of being hunted down.

Other life forms, such as the Omena Beasts, had also retreated into hiding. Their instincts warned them of an approaching catastrophe, something far beyond their ability to confront.

Survival meant silence.

And at the center of it all was a young man.

He stood atop the highest mountain in the entire realm, his presence alone enough to suppress the world beneath him. His energy rose steadily, expanding outward like an ever-growing tide.

Three golden figures hovered above his shoulders, training in silence, their focus absolute.

Then—

His eyes opened.

Shock filled them.

A deep, piercing pain surged through his soul, so intense that even the Royal Guards at his side were startled.

Cain stared into the distance, his voice trembling.

"My brother is dead."