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.
