The moment Aizen Arcime stepped fully into the Celestial Palace, the world screamed.
Not metaphorically.
Reality itself let out a shrill, distorted cry as if space could no longer tolerate his existence.
Golden-black lightning tore through the halls, ripping divine pillars apart like paper. The air warped violently, bending inward toward Aizen as though gravity itself bowed before him. Celestial guards—beings born from starlight and divine law—were crushed flat before they could even raise their weapons.
Some screamed.
Some prayed.
Most didn't even have time to realize they were dying.
The aura alone was enough.
It spread endlessly through the palace—corridors collapsing, floors shattering, floating sanctums falling like meteorites into the void below. Defensive formations activated instantly, ancient spells older than universes flaring to life.
They failed.
Every barrier cracked the moment Aizen's presence brushed against it.
"P-Protect the castle!" one Celestial commander shouted, blood streaming from his eyes as his wings disintegrated.
Another screamed, "He's not a god—he's a calamity!"
They tried to fight.
They tried to hold the line.
They were erased.
Olivierr Auralisse — The Evacuation
Deep within the palace, Olivierr Auralisse stood unmoving as alarms echoed through divine halls. Her expression was calm, almost bored—but her eyes flickered sharply as she felt it.
That pressure.
That familiar hatred.
Aizen Arcime.
Her lips curled.
"So… you came faster than expected."
She closed her eyes and released a telepathic command, her voice cutting through every Celestial mind at once.
"Everyone. Retrieve the prisoners and retreat to the Hidden Portal."
Her tone was absolute.
"Do not engage the Lion directly. Anyone who stays will die."
Across the palace, Celestial Gods reacted instantly. Chains rattled as Lyra, unconscious and bound in suppressive sigils, was lifted along with the others—Lina, Theodore, Mikaela, Amethyst, Crystal.
The palace shook violently as the evacuation began.
Behind them—
The Celestial Palace was dying.
Two colossal shadows tore through the sky.
Leviatharion, the Eternal Sea Serpent, coiled around the palace like a living continent, crushing entire districts with his body alone. Entire wings of the castle vanished beneath his weight.
Naris Nia, the Bakunawa, burned through space itself, her infernal flames vaporizing defensive towers, celestial cannons, and gods alike.
And at the center—
An angry lion.
Aizen moved through the palace like judgment incarnate. Every step cracked reality. Every breath distorted the laws of magic. His face was obscured by storm clouds, lightning flashing where his eyes should be.
Celestial Gods fled in terror.
Some tried to fight.
None succeeded.
The Hidden Portal activated.
In a flash of warped light, Olivierr Auralisse and the remaining Celestial Gods vanished—along with Aizen's family.
The portal collapsed behind them.
Destroyed from the inside.
No return.
The Suppressed Black Hole
Aizen halted midair.
He felt it.
The severing.
His family's presence—gone.
The storm around him deepened.
"…I see."
He raised one hand.
The sky darkened unnaturally, as if night swallowed daylight. A dense sphere of void formed in his palm, swallowing light, sound, and existence itself.
"Suppressed Black Hole."
A skill he used once in his past life.
A forbidden technique.
The sphere expanded silently.
For two seconds—
Everything near it vanished.
Walls.
Gods.
Spells.
History.
Entire sections of the palace were deleted, not destroyed—removed from existence, as if they had never been there at all.
A brilliant flash followed, illuminating the heavens.
But Aizen's face remained hidden.
Only his presence remained.
Leviatharion & Naris Nia — The Council Chamber
Leviatharion and Naris Nia tore through the palace, heading straight toward the Celestial Council Chamber.
They arrived.
Empty.
No Celestial Gods.
No prisoners.
Only one presence remained.
A figure stood calmly amidst floating weapons—swords, axes, spears, hammers—hundreds of them hovering in perfect formation.
"Well, well," the figure said, smiling.
"So the great Bakunawa and the mighty Leviatharion came here first."
His name echoed through divine law.
Desseise.
The Celestial God of Weapons.
A master of creation and manipulation.
"As expected," Desseise continued. "Lady Olivierr was correct. But you're too late."
His weapons vibrated violently.
"They've already moved to another palace."
His grin widened.
"And I will be the one to defeat you."
He attacked instantly.
A giant hammer, larger than a mountain, materialized and smashed into Leviatharion's body with titanic force. The impact shook space itself, pinning the massive serpent in place through sheer weight and divine pressure.
Leviatharion roared.
Naris Nia lunged, slamming Desseise into the palace floor with her immense body. Flames erupted on impact, burning through divine armor.
Desseise bled.
He laughed.
"So hot… impressive."
Leviatharion retaliated—massive ice shards formed instantly, raining down like frozen meteors.
Desseise dodged effortlessly, using ten swords to propel himself through the air.
"Let's increase the count."
The swords multiplied.
Twenty-five.
Then one hundred.
Red, flaming blades shot toward Leviatharion.
Iced blades flew toward Naris Nia.
They were overwhelmed.
Forced back.
"Enough," Naris Nia growled.
Together, they unleashed their Duo Breath.
A colossal beam of flame and ice merged, tearing through space toward Desseise.
He raised his hand.
A shield formed instantly.
Bright.
Absolute.
"Hah!" Desseise laughed. "Did you forget? A shield is still a weapon."
The beam failed.
But then—
BLACK AND YELLOW LIGHTNING STRUCK.
It pierced straight through Desseise's torso.
A massive hole opened in his stomach.
"What…?" Desseise whispered. "Who—"
His regeneration failed.
His weapons disintegrated.
His soul unraveled.
Desseise—body and essence—was erased from the universe.
Gone.
Leviatharion and Naris Nia stared in shock.
Aizen stood behind them.
"…I wasn't lying," he said coldly.
The Past — Awakening the Titans
Before the palace fell—
Before the war—
Naris Nia slept.
Encased in cosmic ice near Neptune.
Her prison shattered suddenly.
She awoke.
"Who dares—"
She stopped.
A man floated before her.
Golden eyes.
Storm aura.
"Who are you," she demanded, "and why did you break my prison?"
"Well," Aizen said awkwardly, "first—please put on clothes."
"…Ugh. They'll get destroyed later anyway."
She formed armor from flame.
"So?"
"I want your help," Aizen said. "The Celestial Goddess Olivierr Auralisse took my family."
Silence.
"…What do I get in return?"
"I know where your three children are," Aizen said calmly. "They're hiding on Earth."
Her eyes widened.
"…I see."
She smiled faintly.
"Then I will help you."
"…You didn't even ask if I was lying."
"You lost something important," she replied. "I can tell."
She turned.
"But first… we wake an old friend."
They flew toward the planet where Leviatharion slept.
The Roar Before the War
Back in the present—
The Celestial Palace burned.
Aizen hovered amid ruins.
His fists trembled.
His anger was barely contained.
"They took everything again…"
Lightning spiraled.
Power surged.
Something deep inside him stirred.
Something ancient.
Something unknown.
And for the first time—
Even Leviatharion and Naris Nia felt uneasy.
The lion was no longer holding back.