The sky over the Cardinal World rippled with the aftershock of divine warfare. Glyphs danced like cursed stars in the atmosphere. Mountains trembled. Clouds twisted into unnatural spirals as the spell of Dominion tried to take hold once more.
But on that scorched hill—where gods fell and legends trembled—Yujiro Hanma stood alone.
Dino was down. Zalario was gasping on his knees, aura flickering like a dying torch.
Velzard, her silver hair flowing in the wind, stepped away from Obera's unconscious body, stunned. Milim was still panting from her earlier brawl with Pico—her knuckles bruised, her eyes locked forward. Veldora watched silently, lightning coiling across his arms.
But Yujiro…
Yujiro wasn't even breathing hard.
High in the astral realm, Feldway watched through a divine scrying mirror, veins pulsing with fury, lips trembling in disbelief.
"This is... not possible..." Feldway hissed, clutching the sides of the mirror. "He's not using magic. He's not using skills. How can a being of flesh do this?!"
His Dominion spell had blanketed the world. His angels of origin—divine beings of destruction—were handpicked by Veldanava's own will.
But now they lay broken.
Zalario struggled to get up.
His god-tier armor cracked. His divine blade twitched in his palm. "I… will not fall to… a mortal…"
Then he felt it.
A breeze. Then silence.
Then a snap of fingers behind him.
Zalario's eyes widened—"Wha—"
Yujiro's voice was cold. "You left your right kidney open."
WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!
With three lightning-fast Muay Thai elbow strikes—right under the ribcage, at the base of the spine, and behind the neck—Zalario's body froze. Every nerve went dead.
Paralyzed.
He fell like a collapsing pillar, the light fading from his skill-given wings.
Milim had been trading heavy blows with Pico—blast against blast, brute against brute. Sparks flew. Ground shattered beneath them. Pico's dual sabers clashed with Milim's fists, creating miniature craters with each exchange.
Then—
BOOM!
A sonic wave tore through the air. Milim blinked.
"Uncle—?!"
Yujiro was already there—spinning behind Pico mid-air.
"Pressure Point: Tortoise Shell - Triple Fang!"
Three hits. Left shoulder. Lower spine. Base of the skull.
Pico gasped. His limbs jerked—then locked completely.
Yujiro landed, dust swirling around his ankles.
"Still too slow, kid," he muttered to Milim without even looking at her.
Milim pouted. "I was warming up, jeez!"
Cornu saw what happened to Zalario and Pico. Panic began to set in.
"D-Damn it… I'm a Seraph of Purity, I—I—"
WHOOSH!
Yujiro walked through Cornu's divine fire barrier like it was mist. The holy flames danced harmlessly off his skin.
Cornu turned to cast a seal spell—
Too late.
"Sleep."
BAM-BAM-BAM!!
Three elbow shots to Cornu's pressure nerves sent him spiraling backward, crashing through trees before he hit the dirt. Completely unconscious.
Obera was still cloaked in illusions, fighting Velzard with her ghost-like style.
But her focus shattered when she saw Cornu fall. Her body twitched. Her rhythm faltered.
Velzard caught it. "You dare look away from me?!"
BAM!
A gut-punch from the Ice Dragon herself launched Obera across the battlefield. She skidded through stone and snow, finally landing on her knees, coughing up blood.
Before she could get up—
Yujiro appeared in front of her, like smoke from a blade.
"Time to rest."
THWACK!
A single, perfect knife-hand chop to the side of the neck.
Obera's eyes rolled back.
Out cold.
Only one remained—Garasha.
She took a step back. Then another. "This can't be happening… I'm a chosen of the Creator—this is not how it's supposed to end!"
She charged her strongest Holy Beam, layering it with divine inscriptions and soul-binding glyphs.
"BE GONE!"
She launched it forward.
Yujiro didn't dodge.
He walked through it.
The light cracked against his chest… and shattered like glass.
Garasha gasped. "...impossible…"
Yujiro was in front of her now.
"Nice light show."
TAP-TAP-TAP.
Three precise Muay Thai hits—right forearm nerve, the base of the collarbone, and solar plexus.
CRACK.
She dropped like a doll. Spell failed. Eyes blank.
Up in the celestial plane, Feldway screamed.
"DAMN YOU, YUJIROOOOO!! You are not supposed to EXIST!!"
He turned away from the mirror and walked toward a chained altar glowing red.
It was sealed in twelve layers of abyssal bindings. Within it… a presence stirred. Ancient. Unnatural.
"I didn't want to use this yet," Feldway muttered, pressing his palm against the runes. "But if I can't control the dragons… I'll destroy them."
The seal cracked.
An enormous claw reached out, black and scaled, dripping void energy.
IVARAGE, THE WORLD DESTROYER DRAGON… WAS AWAKENING.....
The sky cracked open like glass shattering under divine pressure.
The air twisted, warped, screamed. Lightning lashed across the heavens, black and crimson in color, painting dread into every corner of the Cardinal World.
Below—on a lonely hill standing tall above Tempest—Yujiro Hanma remained still, like a mountain unmoved by the storm. Beside him, Velzard, Veldora, and Milim stood braced, the sudden wave of darkness pressing on their hearts like a leaden weight.
Then he came.
Feldway, descending from a gaping rift in the sky, his divine robes swirling with ominous energy. His eyes glowed a twisted gold. His wings—tainted white and black—flickered with angelic ruin.
He hovered a few feet above the ground, landing softly with a madness-filled grin. His voice echoed across the field like a war horn:
"You insects… You dare meddle in MY design?! I'll show you what happens to those who interfere with a god!"
He raised his hand—and the earth screamed.
The ground quaked. The skies dimmed. Everything began to tremble—rivers swelled, mountains cracked, and the very magicules of the world pulsed like a dying heartbeat.
Velzard's eyes widened in horror. "This… This magic. It's not celestial… it's something far worse."
Veldora clenched his fists. "It feels like death. Like the end of all things."
Milim's voice shook. "W-What is this power…?"
But Yujiro didn't move. His eyes locked on Feldway, cold and unblinking.
Feldway laughed maniacally as he formed a dark seal in the sky—a twisted, demonic gate, shaped like a maw of an ancient beast. Out of it poured blood-red light and dark winds laced with corrupted magic. The very sky bent around it.
And then—they heard it.
A roar.
Not of an animal.
Not of a monster.
But of apocalypse.
"I summon you… Ivarage, the Destroyer of Worlds!!"
The air grew suffocating. A sickening aura, thick with death, despair, and wrath, rolled down like a tsunami. The clouds were torn apart as a colossal shadow emerged from the gate.
It came slowly—deliberate, massive steps shaking reality itself.
A body the size of a mountain. Scales black as void. Wings that stretched miles. Claws that looked like they could crush continents. And eyes, glowing a blood purple, soulless, hollow… hungry.
Velzard staggered back. "I-It can't be…"
Milim's face twisted in disbelief. "No way… That's… That's IVARAGE?!"
Even Veldora looked stunned. "My brother sealed that thing himself! This dragon was never meant to walk again!!"
Feldway didn't flinch. His voice boomed.
"Yes! This is your doom! And now… he will be more than just a beast!"
He snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, beams of light burst from the sky. Souls—writhing and glowing—rushed toward Ivarage.
Yujiro's eyes narrowed.
From the shadows, the souls of Zalario, Obera, Cornu, Pico, Garasha…
Then Dino, Yuuki, Kigali, Laplace, Footman, and Tear—their consciousnesses pulled from their fallen bodies, floating like spirits torn from the living world.
Velzard's voice turned to a scream. "Feldway, what are you doing?! You're going to give it a will!"
Feldway's face twisted in madness. "YES! Ivarage… become more than a monster! Become GOD!"
The souls plunged into Ivarage.
And then—the transformation began.
The beast's roar turned into a scream.
Its wings folded in as black flame surged across its massive body.
Its tail shrank, spine shifting violently. Its limbs twisted, bones reshaping. Flesh tore and reformed. Scales burned, then turned to jagged obsidian armor.
Lightning erupted from its chest.
The monster was rebuilding itself.
Where once stood a primal dragon now formed a towering humanoid being—a demonic, draconic god, twenty stories tall. Its head was crowned in black fire, horns arched like blades. Its eyes—once vacant—now burned with intelligent hatred.
His mouth parted.
He spoke.
"I… am reborn…"
Velzard fell to her knees, stunned.
Milim backed away slowly. "He… He has a soul now. He has a mind!"
Feldway stepped forward, grinning like a madman. "Behold… Ivarage, The True Devourer. The final dragon. The end of your world!"
Ivarage raised a single finger to the sky.
A circle formed above him—crimson and gold, blazing with enough energy to melt an ocean.
"Yujiro," Veldora said slowly, his voice trembling, "What… do we do?"
Yujiro exhaled.
Cracked his neck.
Stretched his arms.
Then grinned.
"I'll warm up."