Silence descended upon the battlefield.
The storm had disappeared.
The countless lightning bolts that had painted the sky moments ago faded one after another, leaving behind only a quiet forest covered in the aftermath of the brothers' clash.
Barak Raizen stood motionless.
His sword slipped from his hand.
His body remained upright for a few seconds, as if refusing to accept reality.
Then...
His knees slowly gave out.
The person who had chased Nero his entire life.
The person who had built his entire existence around surpassing him.
The person who had sacrificed everything for the sake of defeating him...
Had lost.
Nero stood several meters away.
His golden hair slowly returned to its original dark blue color.
The golden symbols of lightning within his crimson eyes faded.
The terrifying pressure that had made even the surrounding prana retreat disappeared.
He looked at Barak silently.
There was no satisfaction.
No pride.
No anger.
Only calm.
