Aurelia raised an eyebrow. "You never forget a pretty face, do you?"
Satoshi grinned. "I try not to."
She crossed her arms. "So? What are you doing here?"
Satoshi shrugged. "Well, I have a friend that lives here."
Aurelia blinked. "Oh?"
Satoshi turned slightly, motioning behind him.
"Athena."
Athena, standing beside him, looked up in surprise.
For a moment, she said nothing.
Then—her face turned a deep shade of red.
Aurelia smirked.
"Ohhh." She leaned forward slightly, eyes twinkling. "I see."
Athena panicked. "N-No, it's not—! He just—!"
Satoshi grinned. "Oh? What's wrong, princess?"
Athena turned away, her face burning.
Aurelia chuckled. "You're awful."
Satoshi winked. "I try."
Then—his smirk faded slightly.
"…The guild okay?"
Aurelia nodded, her teasing expression turning serious. "Yeah. We got your little 'introduction' message, though."
Satoshi blinked. "Introduction?"
Aurelia smirked. "Your killing intent. It was so strong the whole city felt it."
Satoshi scratched the back of his head. "Ah. Yeah. That."
Aurelia shook her head. "You really don't do anything halfway, huh?"
Satoshi grinned. "Nope."
She sighed. "Well, since you're here… let's make sure this war actually means something."
Satoshi's Eyes of Wrath flickered.
"Agreed."
And as the war horns sounded in the distance—
The first battle began.
The Descent into the Abyss
The moment their feet touched the blighted lands of the Abyss Clan, the world screamed.
The sky was unnatural, a swirling void of dark purples and endless black, as if existence itself had been swallowed whole.
The land beneath them was fractured stone and decayed ruins, the ground pulsing with corrupt energy, veins of abyssal essence twisting through the earth like rotting flesh.
And then—
The monsters came.
The Swarm of the Abyss
From the blackened landscape, they emerged.
Half-demons and abyssal beasts.
Their bodies were twisted horrors, warped beyond recognition—some humanoid, others abominations of teeth, wings, and writhing flesh, their forms shifting like living nightmares.
Some crawled from the cracks in the earth, their hollow eyes gleaming with hunger.
Others descended from the blackened sky, wings of shadow and bone cutting through the air.
And then—they attacked.
The Wrath of the Sinners
Satoshi grinned.
Then, he raised a single hand.
His Eyes of Wrath ignited.
And the world burned.
BOOOOOM!
Absolute Burning erupted from his body, a roaring inferno of golden-red fire, hotter than the core of creation itself.
The first wave of demons evaporated instantly, their bodies disintegrating before they could even scream.
The second wave melted, their abyssal armor unable to resist the heat that burned not just flesh—but the very concept of their existence.
The sky itself writhed, as if trying to escape his flames.
And yet—more kept coming.
Satoshi's grin widened.
"Good."
He surged forward, his body wreathed in flame, each step leaving a trail of scorched nothingness.
He dove into the horde, fists coated in fire hotter than death itself, every punch detonating the battlefield, reducing entire groups of demons to blackened husks.
He wasn't just fighting.
He was erasing.
And he wasn't alone.
The Mind of Sin
Amelia stood amidst the chaos, her Eyes of Lust gleaming, their deep violet glow pulsing with unseen power.
She raised a hand—
And all sound stopped.
For a brief moment, the battlefield froze.
The demons—the half-blood warriors—the monstrous horrors—all shuddered violently.
Then—they turned on each other.
With a single thought, Amelia's Mind Control wrapped around their fragile minds, filling them with false rage, false orders, false loyalty.
And then—they slaughtered their own.
Abyssal beasts ripped apart their own kin, monstrous claws tearing through corrupted flesh.
Half-demons turned against their allies, their eyes empty, their swords cutting down those they once fought beside.
The battlefield descended into madness.
Amelia smiled.
"Kill each other," she whispered.
And they obeyed.
The Goddess of Time
Camila didn't move.
And yet—
They died.
One second, the abyssal horrors charged toward her.
The next—their heads were missing.
Blood sprayed into the air, bodies falling apart, their deaths so fast that their minds had not even registered it.
Camila walked forward, her golden Eyes of Time spinning, the entire battlefield warping around her presence.
To the others, she seemed to move normally.
But to the abyssal demons—she was untouchable.
Because to them—she had already killed them before they even realized it.
A blur of movement.
And hundreds fell.
Their bodies split apart at impossible angles, their very lifelines rewritten, as if they had always been meant to die here.
She exhaled, stepping through the carnage.
"Too slow."
And hundreds more fell.
The Blade of Heaven
And then—
The world was bathed in light.
Liam stepped forward, his golden aura shining like a celestial storm, his divine blade pulsing with unmatched radiance.
His Angelic Armor glowed, an indestructible barrier of sacred energy, reflecting the abyssal darkness, repelling it like a force beyond mortal understanding.
He raised his sword—
And the sky itself split apart.
SLASH!
A single stroke—
And an entire legion of abyssal warriors was cut down.
Their bodies didn't just fall.
They were erased.
Wiped from existence with a single motion.
Liam moved like a god, his blade too fast to follow, his movements perfected through Absolute Swordsmanship.
To fight him was futility.
Because there was no counter.
Only death.
The demons howled in terror, their monstrous minds recognizing something far worse than mere strength.
Liam's golden eyes burned.
He had killed so many that even the abyss itself hesitated.
He turned his gaze toward the remaining horrors—
And God's Gazza awakened.
The moment his eyes met theirs—
The remaining demons collapsed, screaming.
Their bodies convulsed, their souls shattered, crushed beneath the weight of their own sins.
Liam exhaled, stepping over their lifeless corpses.
"…Pathetic."
The Fall of the Abyssal Horde
Within minutes, the battlefield was a graveyard.
The once-infinite horde of demons and monsters lay in ruin.
Scorched corpses burned under Satoshi's flames.
Twisted remains of abyssal creatures littered the ground, their deaths etched into time itself.
The sky was empty, the shadows of the abyss torn apart by Liam's sword.
And at the center of it all—
Satoshi, Amelia, Camila, and Liam stood, unscathed.
The first battle was over.
But the true war was just beginning.
Satoshi exhaled, shaking ash from his coat.
"Well," he said, smirking.
"That was fun."
The Abyss Consumes Itself
The air inside the Abyss Clan's domain was wrong.
Not just dark. Not just oppressive.
Wrong.
It clung to their skin, to their souls, like something alive, whispering in a language that did not belong to this world.
Satoshi and Liam walked through the ruined manor, their steps silent against the cold black stone.
Behind them, the battlefield still burned.
The corpses of abyssal horrors littered the land, their remains smoldering under Satoshi's Absolute Burning, their minds shattered by Liam's God's Gazza.
And yet—
Something felt off.
Satoshi exhaled. "Camila said to take out the Abyss Clan members, but so far…"
Liam nodded. "We haven't seen a single one."
No warriors.
No commanders.
No leaders.
Only monsters.
Satoshi's Eyes of Sloth flickered, his usual grin fading slightly.
Then—
They entered the throne room.
And saw Nano.
The One Who Remains
Nano stood at the far end of the ruined chamber, his body illuminated by the dim glow of abyssal energy.
His appearance was pristine.
Unlike the demons and abominations they had fought outside, he looked perfectly human.
Too human.
Satoshi narrowed his eyes. "You're the only one left."
Nano smiled. "Am I?"
Liam's golden aura flared violently. "Where are the others?"
Satoshi's Eyes of Wrath flickered. "Yeah. Where's the rest of your little cult?"
Nano chuckled.
Then—he spread his arms.
"They're inside me."
Silence.
Liam's eyes sharpened. "What?"
Nano's smile widened.
"The Abyss Clan knew we couldn't defeat you," he said simply. "Not as we were."
Satoshi frowned. "What are you saying?"
Nano exhaled, stepping forward.
"A secret spell," he said. "One that fuses all members of a clan into a single vessel."
The air shuddered.
Satoshi's fingers twitched, his instincts screaming.
Liam's golden aura surged, his grip tightening around his blade.
Nano's smile did not waver.
"To defeat Liam, the King of Pride—" His voice lowered into something inhuman.
"We needed power that could destroy creation itself."
Then—
His eyes burned black.
And reality collapsed.
The Birth of a Cosmic Horror
The world shattered around them, twisting into something impossible.
The throne room ceased to exist.
The stone beneath their feet broke apart, falling into an abyss deeper than existence itself.
The walls melted into an endless void, filled with distant, impossible stars, burning with colors that should not exist.
Satoshi clenched his fists. "What the hell—"
Nano spoke.
And the universe obeyed.
"Let there be warping."
Reality twisted violently.
The very concept of space and time folded in on itself, spiraling into an infinite loop of contradiction.
The twin suns outside the manor reversed in time, rising and setting simultaneously.
The sky rippled, as if it were made of water, bleeding into new colors, shifting in ways that defied understanding.
The very laws of existence warped—and then rewrote themselves.
Satoshi staggered slightly, the sheer force of the reality shift pressing against him like an unseen weight.
Nano's voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere.
"This is Magical Warping."
He raised a hand.
And the world responded.
The Wrath of the Sin-Bearers
Liam moved first.
His Angelic Armor burned, his golden blade flashing forward, cutting through the air—
Only for the blade to miss.
Not because Nano dodged.
But because the concept of the strike was erased before it could exist.
Liam's golden eyes narrowed.
Nano laughed softly.
"Your sword means nothing here," he murmured. "This is my world now."
Satoshi grinned.
"Yeah?" His Eyes of Wrath burned.
His flames surged forward, a wall of Absolute Burning igniting the very fabric of existence, consuming the entire warped battlefield—
Only for the fire to vanish.
Satoshi blinked.
Nano tilted his head. "Oh? That was interesting."
Satoshi's fist clenched.
His flames burned all things.
They erased anything and everything.
And yet—
Nano had made them cease to be.
Not countered.
Not resisted.
Simply removed.
Liam gritted his teeth. "This isn't normal reality warping."
Nano smiled.
"Of course not."
His presence deepened, his body shifting, as if he was becoming something more than mortal, more than abyssal, more than divine.
His voice echoed with power.
"This is reality magic."
A force that did not just manipulate what was.
But dictated what could be.
Satoshi exhaled, rolling his shoulders.
Then, he grinned.
"Well," he muttered. "That's annoying."
Nano's smile widened.
"Let's see how long you last."
And with a single thought—
The battle truly began.
The Sin-Bearers vs. The Abyss Twins
The battlefield outside the manor was hell.
The land trembled, cracked and broken under the weight of abyssal energy. The sky had darkened completely, pulsing with strange, shifting colors, as if the world itself was being devoured by something unseen.
Abyssal monsters swarmed the ruins, their twisted bodies a chaotic fusion of shadows, claws, and molten hunger.
Amelia stood amidst the warzone, her Eyes of Lust burning violet, her power surging as she sent entire waves of demons into a frenzy of self-destruction.
Nearby, Camila moved like a ghost, her golden Eyes of Time spinning, her blade cutting through hundreds of abominations before they even realized they were dead.
And then—
They arrived.
Two figures descended from the darkness, their forms flickering in and out of existence, as if reality itself could not contain them.
Their presence was overwhelming.
Not because of raw power.
But because of what they were.
Abyss Clan members—fused into singular entities.
Just like Nano.
Camila's gaze sharpened as she stepped forward, her golden aura flaring.
"So," she murmured. "You're finally here."
The taller of the two—Jane—smirked.
"You've killed so many of our pets," she said, voice laced with amusement. "How cruel."
The other, Maya, sighed dramatically. "And here we are, just in time to stop you."
Amelia's Eyes of Lust glowed. "You two are different from the monsters we've fought so far."
Jane smiled. "Of course. We are the true warriors of the Abyss."
Maya tilted her head. "And unlike those pathetic beasts—we don't lose."
Then—
The battle began.
Camila vs. Jane—The Untouchable One
Camila vanished.
No warning. No sound.
One moment she was there—the next, she was behind Jane, her blade already slashing downward, cutting through time itself.
Jane smirked.
Then, without looking, without effort—
She was gone.
Camila's blade cut nothing.
Her golden eyes narrowed.
Jane stood across the battlefield, completely untouched.
"Nice try," Jane said playfully.
Camila's grip on her sword tightened.
Jane sighed. "I don't dodge."
Her golden-black eyes gleamed.
"I simply am never hit."
Then—Jane moved.
Or rather—she didn't.
Camila's Eyes of Time saw it instantly.
Jane's body existed outside the concept of being struck.
No matter what attack Camila unleashed—Jane would never be in a place where it could land.
She was not dodging.
She was simply always beyond the point of impact.
Camila exhaled slowly. "Troublesome."
Jane smirked. "You have no idea."
Then—she attacked.
A single step forward—
And reality shattered.
Jane's movement was impossible.
Camila's golden eyes widened as Jane appeared inside her guard, a dagger already aimed at her throat.
A perfect strike.
A strike that should have killed a god.
But Camila was not a god.
She was Time itself.
And she did not lose to something as foolish as inevitability.
The moment Jane's blade touched her skin—
Camila rewrote the moment.
And suddenly, Jane was slashing at empty air.
Camila reappeared behind her, her voice cold.
"Let's see how long you can run."
And the battle truly began.
Amelia vs. Maya—The Deadliest Marksman
Maya lifted her hand.
And Amelia moved instantly, activating her Mind Control, forcing Maya's brain to seize, to freeze, to—
Nothing happened.
Maya smiled.
"Cute."
Then—she snapped her fingers.
BOOM.
Amelia dodged just in time as a bullet of abyssal energy ripped through the battlefield, obliterating everything in its path, carving a hole through three different planes of existence.
Amelia's heart raced.
She hadn't seen Maya lift a weapon.
She hadn't even sensed an attack.
Yet—
A shot had been fired.
And it had been aimed directly at her skull.
Maya's golden-black eyes flickered.
"You don't get it yet, do you?"
She raised a finger.
"I never miss."
Another shot ripped toward Amelia's heart.
Amelia's Eyes of Lust burned, her power surging outward—forcing a horde of demons into the path of the attack.
The blast tore through them, reducing them to dust.
Maya smirked.
"Smart."
Then—
She snapped her fingers five times.
Amelia's Eyes of Lust widened.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Five abyssal bullets fired at once.
And each one was locked onto her.
No matter where she ran.
No matter how she dodged.
They would hit.
Absolute Accuracy meant fate itself ensured they reached their target.
Amelia exhaled sharply.
"…Fine."
She closed her eyes.
And the battlefield warped.
Her Mind Control pulsed outward, a violent wave of absolute dominion.
And suddenly—
Every demon, every abyssal monster, turned toward Maya.
Maya's eyes widened slightly.
"Oh."
Then—
They attacked.
The War of Gods and Monsters
The battlefield descended into chaos.
Camila's blade flickered between timelines, striking at Jane from a thousand different angles.
Jane moved through reality itself, untouched by every attack, laughing as she weaved through Camila's assaults.
Maya stood motionless, firing abyssal shots into the horde of mind-controlled demons, her bullets never missing, never wasted.
Amelia commanded the battlefield itself, forcing entire waves of enemies to shield her from Maya's deadly aim, her Mind Control turning the warzone into a twisted chessboard.
Two Sin-Bearers.
Two Abyssal Merged Beings.
Each fighting on a level that shattered the laws of existence.
And somewhere, deep inside the Abyss Manor—
Satoshi and Liam fought their own battle.
The war was only beginning.
A Bullet That Never Misses
The battlefield was shattered.
Amelia stood at its center, her Eyes of Lust burning with violet fire, her breath heavy, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs like a war drum.
Across from her, Maya remained untouched.
Not a single wound.
Not a single mark of battle.
She stood calmly, her golden-black eyes glinting with amusement, her Absolute Accuracy making every shot she fired an inescapable death sentence.
Amelia gritted her teeth.
This wasn't working.
She had fought enemies stronger than her before.
But Maya was different.
Maya didn't waste attacks.