The moment the Demon King finished speaking, he launched a sudden attack on Kairos without warning.
An immense wave of magical power burst forth—wild and merciless—intended to end Kairos's life in a single instant.
But Kairos refused to fall so easily. With explosive speed, he dodged the deadly blast and entered full combat mode.
His true potential surged to the surface. Every ounce of strength, every fiber of his muscles, his instincts, his reflexes—all synchronized flawlessly.He retaliated without pause, striking again and again with relentless precision.And yet… not a single blow landed.
Every attack was deflected or distorted—rendered useless by an invisible force.
He understood immediately—this was divine power.
Shaken but unwavering, he clenched his teeth and muttered to himself:
"I'll fight to the very end… and find a way to win—If not, then I'll die trying!"
…
The battle dragged on for nearly half an hour, neither side able to land a decisive blow.But the Demon King knew full well—Kairos was simply stalling for time.
His strength was running out.His energy had been drained to the brink of exhaustion.Meanwhile, the divine power flowing through the Demon King remained boundless and eternal.
He needed no focus. No prediction.He could evade and strike with godlike ease.The gap between them was undeniable.
And finally…A devastating magical blast struck Kairos head-on, sending him flying hundreds of meters away.
"Gah... So this is all I can do," Kairos coughed, his voice weak."No matter how many ways I tried to land a blow… it was futile.I couldn't even scratch the distortion around him. My strength... isn't enough."
The wind howled softly.
The Demon King descended slowly through the still air, clapping his hands as he landed, his voice calm and admiring.
"Impressive. Truly impressive, human.Even against the power of a god, you fought to this extent.You've surprised me.But this is your end.Be proud that you die as the one who dared to challenge me—the bearer of divine might!"
He gathered his magical power once more—preparing the final strike.
But then—BOOM!
Kairos dodged the finishing blow just in time. He stood up, bloodied but smiling faintly.
"Heh... Sorry.I can't die here yet.There's someone I still need to return to.If I fall here, everything I've fought for… would be meaningless.I will defeat you—and go back. That's a promise I have to keep!"
A brilliant light exploded from his weapon.
The spear in his hand began to shift, changing form—growing and glowing with power born from pure will.
"My weapon... it has evolved!Tier 3—the highest known level, one no one has ever reached before!With this... I might just break through that dimensional barrier!"
Gripping his spear tight, Kairos poured every last ounce of power into its tip—ready to unleash his final attack.
The Demon King, sensing the danger, tensed. He too called upon all his divine energy.
Then—
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!
An earth-shattering explosion erupted as the two collided, shaking the heavens.
…
Time passed.
From the smoke and fire, the Demon King stumbled out, heavily wounded—barely standing.Realizing defeat was near, he fled.
As for Kairos…
He lay motionless in a pool of blood.
"I… I still couldn't kill him, huh?And it seems I won't survive either.Fiona… I guess I won't be able to come back safe like I promised.I'm so sorry…"
His injuries were too severe.His life force quietly faded away.
And on that battlefield, Kairos took his final breath.
After the funeral...
The mansion was silent. Grief hung in the air like a thick fog.
Fiona's heart shattered upon learning the truth—he was gone.
She blamed herself for not realizing her feelings sooner.For never showing him enough kindness.But what hurt the most… was that she had always believed he would come back.
That belief—was the greatest mistake of her life.
In war, every family waits for their loved ones to return.But she had been too sure—Too certain that death would never touch him.
Even him.
One month later...
Fiona was a shadow of herself.She drifted through the days, numb and broken.
Until one night… she made a choice.
In the deep silence of midnight, she slowly released the threads of her signature weapon, whispering under her breath:
"Magic can only work… when imagination becomes reality.Abstract thoughts can't take form.But if I combine it with my threads... then maybe... just maybe..."
Light began to radiate from the threads.
They moved on their own—vanishing into the air, slipping through dimensions.
Her weapon responded to her desperate will—evolving into Tier 3.
"Thread of Fate… capable of altering destiny itself—Work with my high-level imagination magic…Reverse time. Please… I beg you…"
She collapsed instantly.
…
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"Sigh… I'll admit, your resolve is impressive.Fine. I'll help you—just this once.But this time…Make it count.Changing fate... is no simple task."???