Sariel's six silver wings suddenly flared open with a powerful jolt.
"VMMM!"
The entire false-moon dimension shook in response.
A tidal wave of radiant moonlight surged into his palm, condensing into a gleaming spear made entirely of cold lunar energy.
Its tip shimmered with an icy brilliance that looked like it could tear through the heavens.
He didn't even bother using his signature power—Wicked Light of the Fallen.
No need.
He was confident that one strike like this was more than enough to obliterate his opponent.
"Divine Judgment: Moonfall Spear!"
He shouted sharply.
The moonlight spear ripped forward like a comet slicing through the void, radiating a terrifying chill as it shot straight for Rei Ao's chest.
Where it passed, the air itself froze and cracked apart.
An attack like this could reduce even the strongest mortal to nothing in a blink.
But Rei Ao?
He didn't even blink.
Instead, he let out a quiet sigh.
And shook his head.
"That's it?"
He sounded almost… disappointed. Maybe even a little sarcastic.
"This is what happens when power comes too easy. You forget who you really are."
Rei Ao looked at the massive lunar spear bearing down on him, then gave a faint, amused smirk.
"This entire space? I built it just for you."
"That moon you're drawing power from? I gave it to you."
Yeah—this entire dimension, including the moon, was his creation.
"You really think…"
He slowly raised one hand, fingers outstretched.
"…I'd be scared of a performance on my own stage?"
He lightly clenched his fist.
CRACK—!
A crisp shattering sound split the silence, like glass breaking.
Right before Sariel's disbelieving eyes—eyes that looked like he'd just seen a ghost—his most powerful technique, the Moonfall Spear, the one that could pierce the Earth's crust… suddenly shattered into silver fragments.
And it didn't just break—it crumbled.
Right in front of Rei Ao's hand. Without warning. Without resistance.
CRACK!
The spear disintegrated into harmless silver dust, fading quietly into the fake moonlight.
"…What?!"
Sariel's pupils shrank to pinpricks.
An icy chill rushed from the base of his spine to the top of his skull.
His ultimate move—boosted by the moon, in a world built to favor him—had just been erased like it was nothing.
Before he could process the shock, things got worse.
Much worse.
Rei Ao calmly clenched the same hand that had just crushed the spear into a simple fist.
"Here. Try my punch."
The fist surged toward him, growing larger and larger in his field of vision.
No glow.
No energy signature.
Just raw, unfiltered force.
It was so fast it didn't even register in space.
Sariel couldn't react.
Couldn't blink. Couldn't even think.
BOOM!!!
A deep, gut-punch of a sound exploded through the realm as Rei Ao's fist smashed straight into Sariel's face.
His skull felt like it was going to burst.
"GAAH—!"
He screamed in pain.
His nose collapsed in an instant.
Cheekbones shattered.
Eye sockets cracked.
Teeth and golden angelic blood exploded from his mouth like a fountain.
The pain was unreal—every nerve screamed.
His mind nearly blacked out.
His body was launched backward like a wrecked ragdoll, hurtling toward the massive fake moon.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!"
His scream was twisted and broken.
He tumbled through the air, blood raining down like a storm.
And that—was just the beginning.
Rei Ao vanished and reappeared next to Sariel in a blink.
"We're not done. Don't pass out yet."
He reached out and grabbed Sariel by the collar of his holy robe like he was picking up a stray kitten.
"You like the moon, huh? Think you're all that?"
His voice turned cold and sharp, laced with the street-tough bite of someone who didn't care about your title or halo.
The contrast with his overwhelming power made the scene even more surreal.
"Then let me give you a real close look."
Before Sariel could even gasp, Rei Ao's right fist turned into a blur again.
BAM!
A brutal uppercut cracked into Sariel's jaw.
His lower jaw cracked like dry wood, head flung back, gold blood and spit flying through the air.
BAM!
A follow-up hook from the left hit like a wrecking ball, crushing the side of his face and nearly popping out his eye.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Punches came down like a machine gun. No rhythm. No finesse.
Just bone-crunching, space-shaking violence.
His face became a punching bag, every hit echoing with the snap of shattered bones and mangled screams.
"Archangel? So what?!"
"You think that title means you can mess with me?!"
…
Rei Ao swore and beat him like a street brawler, fists pounding Sariel's face again and again and again.
It was savage. Bloody. And somehow… darkly comedic.
The mighty archangel of moon and death, reduced to a twitching mess, completely helpless in midair.
His once-glorious robe? Shredded and soaked in filthy golden blood.
The giant moon above? Just watching.
Its cold light quietly illuminating a beatdown that looked like blasphemy itself.
…
Eventually, Rei Ao got bored.
He stopped.
And casually let go of Sariel like he was tossing away trash.
Sariel crumpled in the void, his body limp and broken.
His once-beautiful face was a swollen, bruised, multicolored wreck.
Unrecognizable.
Six silver wings drooped like snapped branches.
Feathers were torn, bloody.
His holy robe hung in shreds.
Curled in on himself, he shivered slightly.
Golden blood leaked from his nose and mouth.
The only sound he could make was a soft, broken whimper—"Uhh… uhh…"
The dignity of an archangel?
Gone. Long gone.