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"…Balance Breaker."
The words tore through the battlefield like an executioner's verdict.
The crimson jewel on Issei's gauntlet split open with a thunderous roar, a dragon's bellow that shook the night sky. Energy ripped through his body in surging waves, distorting the air into violent heat mirages.
Then the armor came.
Scale by scale, plate by plate, it erupted across his torn flesh. Jet-black metal fused with his skin, covering him in a carapace that pulsed like a living beast. Each edge was traced in glowing crimson, lines that seethed as though carved from molten fire. A jagged emerald crystal burned in his chest, a second pulsing within the gauntlet—green flames locked in their depths, alive with hunger.
It was not armor. It was a predator.
The dragon's roar reverberated once more as Issei straightened, black wings of energy snapping wide from his back. Blood and mud dripped from the scales like rain, sizzling on contact with the raw aura spilling from him. The air itself bent beneath the weight of his presence.
Kokabiel froze mid-laugh. His sneer faltered. "Very different… from previous Red Dragon Emperors."
Issei didn't answer.
He moved.
One instant he stood still, the next Kokabiel was reeling backward, a shockwave cracking through the earth as Issei's armored fist drove into his chest. Bones splintered beneath the blow. Blood spewed from Kokabiel's mouth as his body was flung through the air, tearing across the field before slamming into shattered stone.
The Fallen leader pushed himself up, wings spread wide in fury. Spears of light burst from his hands and sky in a torrent, raining down like divine artillery. Each bolt exploded on impact, carving craters, turning the battlefield into a storm of fire and lightning.
But Issei was already gone.
He tore through the barrage, his armor trailing afterimages of red light. Kokabiel spun, too late—the Excalibur Issei still gripped screamed with holy energy as it slashed through one of Kokabiel's wings. Flesh, bone, and feather ripped apart in a spray of black blood.
"GRAAAAAAHHHH!" Kokabiel's scream rattled the air.
Issei's visor tilted slightly, the green glow in his chest flaring with each breath. "Fall harder."
Kokabiel retaliated with a claw of condensed light, ramming it into Issei's side. Armor cracked, shards scattering, blood spraying from the gap. But Issei didn't stumble. His gauntlet clamped down on Kokabiel's arm and twisted—bone snapping with a wet crunch. Kokabiel howled, only to be silenced when Issei's armored knee smashed into his jaw, shattering teeth in an eruption of gore.
The ground quaked with every clash. Excalibur's corrupted holy aura clashed with Kokabiel's storms, each collision birthing shockwaves that split the night. Rias and the others could do nothing but shield themselves from the destruction, their voices drowned by the thunder of gods and monsters colliding.
Issei fought like a beast unchained. Every strike was merciless. Every movement precise, cold, and unforgiving. He treated Kokabiel not as a rival, not even as prey—only as an obstacle to be torn apart.
Kokabiel's desperation mounted. With one final scream, he gathered every shred of power into a sphere of light, wings blazing like suns. He hurled it downward, a miniature star meant to erase everything.
The blast swallowed Issei whole.
For a heartbeat, silence. Then—
The light split.
From within the explosion, a black silhouette surged forth. Armor cracked and smoking, green crystal pulsing brighter than ever. His wings ripped through the storm of energy, carving a path straight to Kokabiel's throat.
Issei drove Excalibur upward. The blade tore through flesh and bone, splitting Kokabiel's shoulder open, severing muscle and wing alike. Blood rained down in thick streams, spattering the ruins.
Kokabiel staggered, choking on his own blood. "You… devil…!"
Issei pressed the blade deeper, his voice low, final. "I told you before. You're already dead."
He pulled back for the killing stroke. Excalibur's edge gleamed, black armor humming with the dragon's hunger. Rias's breath caught. Asia's hands clasped together in desperate prayer. Kokabiel's eyes widened—he saw his death in that moment.
But then—
White.
A flash like moonlight tore across Issei's vision. Blinding, absolute.
Not from Kokabiel. Not from Excalibur.
It was a presence. Cold. Pure. Equal.
For the first time since donning the armor, Issei froze. His breath rattled inside the helm. His eyes, hidden beneath the black visor, widened.
A shape lingered within that white blaze—a dragon, vast and cruel, wings spread wide in defiance. Its roar echoed not through the air, but through his very soul.
The White Dragon Emperor. Albion.
"Stop this."
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