Narrator
After an apocalyptic clash that echoed across the entire multiverses within the Hyperverse of Israel, Adamus and Moses stood victorious against the Seven Deadly Sins all except one.
As the dust settled and divine energies clashed like dying stars, Adamus awakened a transcendental state few could even comprehend
The Black Lotus: Sunyata.
Bathed in luminous stillness, beyond time and substance, Adamus ascended. His soul resonated with the lattice of creation itself, and in this sacred awakening, he unlocked the true form of his ocular power:
Parallel Vision.
No longer was he merely watching timelines he was rewriting them.
By gazing into the life strings of Pride and Wrath, he invoked Parallel Vision's ultimate function: a complete causal inversion. In a single blink, he experienced every version of their existence across infinite realities then collapsed them all. Pride and Wrath were annihilated across every dimension, every timeline, every possibility. Not just erased from reality, but from the root itself, undone beyond narrative, beyond story, until nothing of them had ever been.
The result was apocalyptic in reverse.
Pride and Wrath were not merely defeated
They were erased.
Erased from the reality and history of the Hyperverse of Israel.
Every tragedy they birthed, every soul they corrupted, every ripple of ruin they cast into the oceans of time undone.
Like threads severed clean from the tapestry of all that is, their influence disintegrated.
And in that collapse… something long-lost stirred. The Concepts. Those they had slaughtered, consumed, and sealed away within themselves. With Wrath and Pride erased along with the scars they carved these Concepts were freed.
From the fractures of oblivion poured Hope, Happiness, Joy, Compassion, and countless other radiant essences once banished to the deepest hollows of nonexistence. They did not return quietly. They surged back into the Hyperverse like breath into a dying body, like dawn breaking upon a sealed tomb.
The skies sang.
The silence broke.
The world remembered.
All that had once been created by the Father of the Hyperverse of Israel returned.
And in that blinding convergence, they found themselves gathered Moses, Lust, and the remaining Sins that had not yet fallen.
They teleported to Adamus.
He stood in stillness, the echo of eternity in his eyes, and told them everything.
And when he had finished, Lust, now tempered by purpose, laid her hand on Moses and Adamus
And sent them flying like starlight,
Across the stars,
Back to the Red Planet Goshen, in the hidden town of Ashkara.
For their next mission awaited:
To save Noah, his wife and daughter, Ham, Hunter, Kiyohime, and the many others already rescued
All sheltered within the Interdimensional Ark,
a divine vessel drifting in space,
carrying what remains of civilization across collapsing realities.
But even now, the End Times continue.
The world the entire Hyperverse is still dying,
its very essence unraveling beneath the convergence of White and Black energy.
Entropy and Devourment.
And they are still journeying to the center of the Hyperverse of Israel,
to the origin where all things began… and where all things may end.
But before we return to the present…
We must go back.
Back to the moment of fracture.
Back to the instant Adamus was torn from his companions,
when Wrath, unbound and bloodlit, first descended upon the battlefield.
End of narration.
Time itself lay crucified still, broken, unmoving.
Only three figures breathed within the void of halted motion:
Adamus, soul afire with divine purpose.
Moses, whose faith shattered the boundaries of physics.
And Kiyohime, her body trembling, her eyes leaking starlit blood.
All else was lost in time's iron grip.
Noah, his wife, daughter, Ham, Hunter, and unaccountable amount people more each plucked from infinite realities of the Hyperverse of Israel were frozen in the instant, their hope fading like breath on glass.
Even the Ark, a vessel of salvation, was being pulled away slowly, mockingly by hands that moved unbound.
Pride stood tall above them, draped in radiant arrogance.
"How?" he mused aloud. "How do you move in Zero Time?
Moses stepped forward, his body aglow, sacred glyphs dancing across his skin like divine fire.
"Faith," he declared, his voice ringing like prophecy. "Faith lets me step beyond time, space, and death itself."
Kiyohime, blood trailing from her chin, eyes gleaming with a mix of agony and ancient power, whispered through clenched teeth:
"My eyes… the Toki no Me… They were never truly mine. A gift from my mother not a blessing, but a burden."
She blinked slowly, pain etched into every motion.
"I can see through time. Bend it. Fracture it. But if I loosen my hold if I release even for a moment I'll vanish into stillness like all the others."
Adamus, fists tight, his gaze flickering between the Sins and his allies, whispered to her,
"You're bleeding… are you sure you can keep going?"
"I don't have a choice. We don't have a choice. If they take Noah and the boat… there's no way we'll ever make it back home no way to reach the center of the Hyperverse."
His gaze sharpened. He turned to the Sins, anger like a storm behind his golden eyes.
"Leave them alone. The Israelites, the Ark everything. Can't you see? The Hyperverse is collapsing, and you're still bowing to a tyrant... while the Father of this Hyperverse tears all creation apart."
Pride merely smirked. "The Hyperverse is not our concern. We are Concepts. Time cannot hold us. Death cannot find us. Even if you destroy us we return."
Suddenly
Wrath erupted forward.
His body gleamed with molten power, a being of war made flesh.
Standing at six-foot-two, his armor roared with tongues of fire, pulsing with the very soul of rage.
"Enough talk. I want war."
He charged.
Adamus met him.
Fist met fist.
Worlds trembled.
Their blows struck like colliding stars every impact a rupture in the air, warping space and causing time to glitch.
Civilians suspended mid-air briefly flickered, jittering like corrupted data before freezing again.
Then "Adamus LOOK OUT!" Kiyohime screamed.
He turned too late.
Wrath's fist slammed into his face, bending the sky around the blow.
Adamus was launched like a comet
through forest, through ocean, through mountains each landmark crumbling as his body tore through the landscape.
He vanished in the distance, swallowed by a growing crater of ash and dust.
The desert burned beneath a silent sky.
Kiyohime stood alone in the swirling heat, her breath steady but her heart twisted. Sand skittered across the dunes like whispers of what had just happened Adamus, vanishing into the wreckage, pulled away to face Wrath alone. She had tried to follow, instinct and fury driving her forward, but something stopped her.
A dark mist unfurled across the cracked ground, cold and thick like ink in water. From it descended a figure in high heels that hovered just above the sand, never touching the earth. Her presence pulled at the air, suffocating and sharp, an aura like moonlight soured by jealousy. Hair like liquid twilight swirled behind her, and her pale eyes reflected not light but longing.
Envy.
"You carry immense demonic energy," she said, voice smooth and serrated like a blade hidden in silk. "Tell me… who are you?"
Kiyohime gripped her blade, knuckles whitening. The tip tilted just enough to catch the desert sun. "My sword will explain."
Steel flashed. The air split.
But Envy vanished in a flicker, reappearing above the battlefield with a smirk curling at the edge of her lips, her silhouette framed against the blazing sky. Kiyohime narrowed her eyes.
Then, in a breath no louder than a prayer, she whispered:
"Toru Mahō… unfold."
The desert trembled.
A deep hum began low, ancient, vibrating through the bones of the world. Cracks formed at her feet, glowing with sacred fire and demonic light. Toroidal glyphs spiraled outward in radiant complexity, each symbol carved from quantum geometry and bound by the laws of something far beyond magic.
Then her aura erupted vast, luminous, and terrifying.
A sphere of energy engulfed her, shaped like a perfect torus. It rotated in spirals of violet, gold, and midnight black, folding into itself through impossible angles, a structure that defied linear space. Around her, the world bent. Trees uprooted and spun. Dust curled like rings of Saturn. Time rippled. Even the light itself began to orbit her like she was a singularity gravity and will made manifest.
Reality itself was folding into submission.
Her eyes flared open purple, luminous.
From her elevated perception, she peered into layers of stillness. The battlefield had stopped breathing. Time had been shattered like glass and caught in suspension. All around, everything and everyone except the Pharaoh,Thutmose III soldiers remained motionless, frozen in stolen chronology.
Then she saw them.
The Seven Sins hovered like silent judges above the battlefield, each one suspended in the sky like a fallen star refusing to fade. Pride stood tall, arms crossed, his gaze heavy with condescension. Lust radiated heat, wrapped in her veil of smoke and temptation. Greed loomed, crystalline and cold, calculating every broken piece of the world below. Gluttony twitched with slow hunger, his bulk casting a shadow of indulgence. Sloth drifted on invisible winds, her wings barely moving, eyes half-lidded in dreamlike apathy. Envy floated nearby, still watching Kiyohime, her stare sharp as daggers. Wrath, however
was gone. Gone with Adamus.
But it was what lay below that made Kiyohime's fists clench.
Pharaoh's soldiers moved freely through the frozen scene like sharks beneath ice. They dragged the helpless from the Ark souls that had escaped annihilation across the hyperverse, now being caged like divine specimens. She recognized them.
Noah. His wife. His daughter. Ham. Hunter. The hyperverse refugees, their eyes locked in timeless fear, unable to move or scream.
Kiyohime's teeth grit so hard her jaw ached. "They really stopped time…" she breathed. "They froze everything."
She turned, eyes scanning the wreckage searching for Adamus. But all she found was silence and sand. She closed her eyes, the weight in her chest threatening to crush her ribs. "I hope you're okay, Adamus," she whispered. "You're facing Wrath alone…"
Then a flicker.
She caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Not a Sin. Not a soldier.
Moses.
Still standing. Still radiant. His white aura burned like a holy flame, and his staff pulsed with inscriptions older than the sky. He wasn't frozen either.
"Until Adamus returns…" she said, voice sharp and calm, forged in steel. "We hold this line."
Beside her, Moses his eyes ablaze with fire unburning stepped into stance, staff gripped like a sword carved from Sinai itself. He said nothing for a moment, eyes fixed on the horizon where smoke danced and shadows gathered. Then, his voice weathered and thunderous rose like a prophet invoking judgment.
"We have to stop them. They're taking the boat… and my people." His jaw tightened. "The Israelites."
Kiyohime's eyes narrowed. Her gaze scanned the chaos ahead. The sands were alive with movement beasts in armor, dragging innocents from ruins, shadows pulling at the remnants of a holy exodus. But then, something froze her breath in her throat.
She saw him.
Noah.
Encased in stillness, paralyzed in time, he floated an inch above the ground his limbs limp, his eyes wide, his soul untouched but suspended. Two horned soldiers hulking Goshenites cloaked in red-skin armor that pulsed with demonic glyphs hauled him away like a relic of lost hope.
Kiyohime's voice trembled, not in fear, but conviction.
"If they take Noah… we'll never leave this Hyperverse. He's our way back. Our bridge home."
And then she moved.
Kiyohime stood in silence, her breath steady, her eyes narrowed with focused wrath. Her fingers curled around the hilt of her Muramasa katana, Shi no Tanjo, the Birth of Death and slowly deliberately she lifted it before her.
The blade was a masterpiece of sinister craftsmanship. Forged in a haunting black, it shimmered under the broken light of the battlefield, etched with swirling patterns of deep violet that shifted like smoke. Along its razor edge, veins of dark crimson pulsed faintly, as though the steel itself breathed feeding on something ancient, unseen, and bloodthirsty.
Its hilt, coiled in black leather like a serpent's scaled skin, radiated a subtle but unnatural warmth. The pommel bore the head of a snake its amethyst eyes gleaming with eerie sentience. The guard was no less fearsome: a coiled serpent with fangs bared, poised to strike.
Etched along the length of the blade in sharp, fluid strokes were words in an ancient script, whispering when the katana moved: Lady Death.
The air around her grew heavy.
Dark energy surged in waves from the weapon, the blade sensed her resolve and welcomed it.
She stared into its void-dark surface and said quietly, voice slicing through the silence like steel,
"It's time to go all out."
Her aura shifted.
"This is my sword's transformation," she declared, her voice unwavering, powerful. "Its name… Shi no Tanjo. The Birth of Death."
Narrator:
Shi no Tanjō The Birth of Death.
Kiyohime's blade is no ordinary weapon. As long as she holds it, and her energy remains strong, death cannot claim her.
Wounds vanish. Severed limbs return.
Time itself reverses harm as if it never was.
With this sword in hand, Kiyohime transcends life and death untouchable, unkillable, unstoppable.
End of narration.
She was ready.
Then she moved at FTL Plus.
The battlefield blurred behind her, dust rising in spirals like smoke from divine flame. The air split with her motion.
Shi no Tanjo cleared its sheath with a shriek like a dying star.
The first soldier of Pi-Ramesses had no time to react
Only his hand fell to the earth, followed by scorched flesh curling away in smoke.
The second turned, barely beginning a war cry.
Ksshhhh
His chest opened like a door. Blood sprayed into the air before he even realized he'd died.
He fell, twitching, limbs jerking as though puppeted by unseen strings.
Kiyohime didn't stop.
The blade in her hand wasn't just a weapon it was death incarnate. And it had only just begun to feed.
Then came the rest.
They encircled her like jackals in formation soldiers of the kingdom, spawned from blood rites and solar hymns. Their skin burned with crimson hue, as if sculpted from divine clay, and their eyes glowed like molten amber smoldering with ritual fire. Each bore a mane of braided hair, either burning red or coal black, tied back beneath ornate helms shaped like coiled serpents and crowned with twin horns. Their armor gleamed in layers of gold and obsidian, sculpted with sacred lines.
There were three castes each forged for a different nightmare.
The first: the standard warriors elite foot soldiers, humanoid in form but monstrous in presence. Two thick, sharpened horns curled from their foreheads like ceremonial blades, etched with ancient runes that pulsed when they moved. Their crescent-shaped khopesh swords glinted with hieroglyphic etchings, and their rectangular shields bore the radiant crest of the Pharaoh Thutmose III. Every movement they made was precise.
The second: the High Magi, Harṭummîm mystics draped in crimson and black, armored at the joints but free-flowing in motion. Their arms were surrounded by floating golden glyphs some burning, some rotting like celestial rings of fire and decay. They chanted in a lost tongue that twisted the very air, summoning spectral javelins, phantom blades, and ghostfire bows. Their horns spiraled upward like arcane antennae, and glowing tattoos crawled across their faces, activating with each spell. They hovered slightly above the ground, sandals never touching the dust, hair billowing wildly like ink in water.
The third: the Berserkers giants birthed from wrath itself. Some stood seven feet tall; others loomed at thirteen. Their horns were massive, curved like demonic tusks, and their armor was brutalist thick blackened bronze, jagged shoulder guards, and ritual belts carved with blood-red prophecy. As their fury rose, they grew, muscles tearing through their armor, which regenerated in writhing patterns of living metal. Their roars bent the very fabric of space, and each strike could crater the battlefield.
But Kiyohime did not flinch.
She moved like a curse written in blood silent, sudden, and final. The battlefield was no longer a place, but a poem of slaughter, and she wrote it with the edge of her blade.
Then came the roar.
Then the ground shook.
Moses appeared beside her divine resolve wrapped in mortal form. His staff glowed with the white fire of covenant, but it was his fists that shook creation.
Each strike cracked the air like thunder drawn from ancient mountains. Every movement was a declaration not of war, but of unshakable faith. Holy resonance burned in arcs from his body, crashing into legions like tidal waves of judgment.
Together, Kiyohime and Moses became twin storms, twin truths one wrath, one righteousness.
And above them, the Sins watched.
Suspended in the high air like falling stars paused mid-descent, the Seven Deadly Sins hung cloaked in rapture and ruin. Reality bent and whispered around them. The wind itself seemed afraid to touch them.
Pride stared down, unblinking. His black eyes glowed with layered contempt and something deeper, unspoken. Curiosity.
"Her energy," he murmured, "feels more demonic than Satan himself. What kind of world breeds warriors like her?"
His gaze drifted toward Moses, measuring the strange harmony between the sacred and the infernal. Then, without turning his head, he addressed Greed.
"Earlier, you said there's a possibility outside our Hyperverse, beyond the boundaries of this hyperversal Israel there might be infinite others. An Omniverse?"
Greed's green eyes flickered like ancient machinery calculating reality itself. "Yes. That's why their energy feels… wrong. Primal. Her demonic resonance isn't just strong it's layered. If she's from beyond, it might mean she's anchored in a higher level of dimensionality."
Pride's expression tightened as his thoughts crystallized.
"So by default… she's stronger?"
Greed nodded slowly. "Yes. If their world operates on a higher dimensional axis, then everything about them power, perception, even spirit would be... ascendant."
Pride narrowed his gaze once more toward Kiyohime.
"Their World," he said, almost reverently, "must be… dangerous."
Envy leaned in, her body tilting like a flame toward obsession. Her white eyes caught the reflection of Kiyohime's blade and held it like a lover.
"I want that weapon," she whispered.
Greed stepped forward half man, half mechanism, all lust for possession.
His body was a shifting vault of stolen power, mechanical limbs coiled in gold and dread. His voice was low, deliberate, a growl dragged across corrupted data.
"Let me fight her," he said. "And Moses. One-on-two.
But Pride lifted a single hand open, quiet, irrefutable.
"No," he said.
The word didn't echo thalted everything around it.
"Not yet," he continued, gaze locked on Kiyohime. "That demon energy... it calls to me. I want to see how she fights. All of you watch."
So they obeyed.
Sloth floated backward on a drifting cloud, her butterfly wings barely fluttering. She looked like she didn't even want to be there head tilted lazily, arms hanging limp at her sides. Her eyes half-lidded, tracking the chaos below with a mix of apathy and silent complaint.
"So much motion," she mumbled. "Can't they just... get it over with already?" Her cloud rotated slowly, like time forgetting itself.
Gluttony hovered nearby, bloated and restless. His form was heavy, uneven like his body couldn't decide where to end. Mouth twitching with barely restrained hunger, he licked his lips with a tongue that didn't belong to him.
"I want her soul," he muttered. "And his faith. I'll chew on them slow."
Lust drifted a few feet away, arms crossed, face twisted with impatience. Her beauty was effortless, unnaturally perfect, yet she looked thoroughly unimpressed. Her body shimmered with subtle motion, always on the edge of changing form.
"Hurry up and be over," she sighed, eyes already wandering. "I want to follow Wrath... and that boy he is fighting. He looked more interesting than this."
And so, the Sins watched.
Below them, two titans stood back-to-back Kiyohime and Moses facing an army shaped like myth, forged in nightmare.
Kiyohime's blade pulsed with dark violet energy, serrated with fury, her violet eyes glowing beneath the fringe of her hair.
Moses stood calm, hands radiant with white- energy faith, the aura of divinity cascading off him like sunlight over still water.
Around them lay ruin.
The field was littered with broken steel, smoldering sand, and bodies.
The standard warriors elite foot soldiers, monstrous and humanoid had once marched in perfect formation. But now… they hesitated.
Each of them bore two thick, sharpened horns curled from their foreheads like ceremonial blades, ancient runes pulsing as they shifted.
Their crescent khopesh swords gleamed with etched hieroglyphs, and their rectangular shields flashed with the solar crest of the Pharaoh Thutmose III.
They were killers
Bred in sacred violence.
Raised in chants and sharpened in war.
But now… some were stepping back.
The blood in their veins trembled with a memory older than their weapons.
"That girl..." one of them whispered, eyes wide, voice cracking beneath the weight of what he saw.
"She's a demon..."
Another stepped beside him, sword lowering. His gaze fixed on the figure beside her, and the tremor in his voice was not just fear it was recognition.
"And that... that's Moses. The Israelite."
He swallowed, hard.
"The one who saved all of them... His brother… his brother's the one who killed the last Amenhotep. Amenhotep the Second is dead because of him."
Their hands shook. Feet shifted backward.
The battlefield, once loud with certainty, grew quiet with ancient dread.
The words hit like thunder.
"We thought the Seven Deadly Sins freezing time would save us..."
He looked around.
"But they they can move in zero time. We stand no chance."
Panic ignited through the ranks. Formation shattered. Soldiers faltered.
Kiyohime's head turned, scanning the chaos.
Her eyes widened behind her, Noah was still frozen in the stasis of halted time, his ark anchored in stillness.
But the enemy was advancing grabbing civilians, seizing Israelites, dragging Noah's family from the boat.
Her voice was sharp.
"There's too many. We can't save them all."
Then something screamed through the air.
Kiyohime moved.
A blood-colored dagger ripped past her shoulder, missing her heart by inches. It struck the sand with a detonation of magic, splitting the earth in a spiral of red and violet lightning.
She turned, blade ready.
"Where did that?"
Moses pointed upward, voice steady.
"It's them. The High Magi."
And there they were.
The High Magi, Harṭummîm mystics of destruction, hanging in the sky like cursed Demons.
And they rained down magic.
Daggers. Javelins. Blades.
The sky turned red and gold.
The air warped with destruction.
Kiyohime and Moses fell into motion dodging back, twisting in synchronicity, a dance of sacred light and chaotic shadow.
Kiyohime's voice was sharp and low.
"Hold your ground."
Her toroidal energy field flared outward spinning wider, thicker, stronger. A shimmering vortex of violet energy surrounded them, shaped like a living ring of time and force.
Daggers collided with it and bounced. Others vaporized on contact. The shield sang with the resonance of a universe defied.
Moses whispered, "We can't stay in this shield forever."
Kiyohime didn't blink.
"This is more than a shield."
Her eyes narrowed, and her voice became a spell.
"This is reality... folding to my will."
She extended her hand. Her fingers formed a sigil. The space around her cracked.
" Mutation style- Jikan In"
"Seal of Time Return."
Narrator
"Jikan In Seal of Time Return."
A technique the magic of the samurai.
It forms a toroidal barrier where time itself is coiled and reactive. Anything that touches it is reversed along its own timeline at the exact speed it entered.
Throw a dagger at lightspeed?
It'll return to the thrower at lightspeed.
Step into it with anger?
You'll walk backward out, unknowing of your rage.
The reversal lasts for two minutes, sending whatever enters back to where it came from, precisely as fast as it came in.
But the true mastery lies in control:
The user chooses who is affected. Allies inside the shield remain untouched, moving freely in real time. Enemies, however, are ensnared forced to relive their last moments in reverse.
It doesn't just protect.
It punishes every action.
It turns the battlefield into a mirror reflecting cause and consequence with no mercy.
End of narration.
The moment the next wave of daggers struck her field
Time inverted.
The daggers froze, then spun backwards rewinding through space, burning in reverse, streaking like cursed comets back to the hands that threw them.
The High Magi tried to flee.
Tried to chant.
Tried to scream.
But they were already impaled some of them stabbed by their own unholy creations, torn from the sky like marionettes with severed strings.
They collapsed, crashing to the ground, their death throes unraveling spells mid-air.
And the foot soldiers?
Caught in the field's radius, their bodies jerked.
They walked backwards breathing, blinking, moving in reverse. Time rewound just enough to leave them confused, disoriented.
Weapons lowered. Formations lost.
Moses exhaled slowly, watching the final glyph flicker out in the sky.
The battlefield was briefly quiet just dust and heartbeat.
He glanced at Kiyohime, eyes sharp with something between respect and awe.
"Impressive. You can control time."
Kiyohime stood like a wounded goddess, sword raised, blood trailing from her eyes like crimson tears.
The violet aura of her toroidal field still spun around them, slowly fading.
She nodded.
"Yes... it's because of these eyes. I can manipulate time but only a short distance. The same distance as my toroidal energy field."
Her gaze turned harder.
"Or I can stare at someone and freeze them in time completely."
Moses gave a slight nod, calculating.
"Keep this up… we might actually survive this."
Moses looked to the sky
where the Seven Deadly Sins still floated like frozen gods, watching in silent judgment.
"But dealing with them…" he muttered, voice low.
"That's a whole different problem."
Their presence was crushing celestial, ancient, patient.
Beside him, Kiyohime narrowed her bleeding eyes, venom threading her voice.
"What do they want from your people? Why do they serve the Pharaoh? Why does he have that kind of power over them?"
Moses didn't look at her.
His eyes stayed locked upward. Steady. Hollow. Heavy.
"The Pharaoh," he said,
"just like the Seven Deadly Sins, works for Lucifer."
"His hatred for us Israelites runs deep. He wants us alive not out of mercy, but for his pyramids. For our suffering. That's why the sins haven't killed us yet. They've probably been ordered to take us alive. Especially me."
He exhaled, a slow, tired breath.
"They want to break me. Torture me. Break my people. Turn everyone they capture into slaves for the Pharaoh"
He lowered his head like thunderclouds forming quiet but inevitable.
Kiyohime's expression twisted into rage.
"I have no intention of being a slave."
She turned back toward the ark, eyes narrowing.
The soldiers those untouched by the battle were dragging the ark toward the edge of the field.
Behind them, the citizens still frozen in time were being pulled along.
Suspended in unnatural stillness.
Kiyohime watched them, her voice sharpening with urgency.
"We have to get off this planet. The world is still in the process of being destroyed "
Her voice dropped.
"And who knows how long we have before that energy crashes down… and takes out everything in this hyperverse."
She rose slowly, pressure coiling around her, violet mist rolling off her form.
Her purple eyes gleamed furious, alert, divine.
Then
the ground shook.
A tremor from beneath reality itself.
The kind of quake that doesn't just rattle earth,
it warns.
The sky rippled. Something ancient was shifting.
Kiyohime clenched her fists.
"We have to hurry up save everyone, and get on the boat."
A low tremor turned into a growl. Then a rumble. Then a full-on quake.
The sky darkened again not from clouds, but from them.
The Berserkers had arrived.
Massive figures lumbered across the battlefield giants carved from rage itself. Some were seven feet tall, others dwarfed even that, standing thirteen feet or more.
Their horns curved like demonic tusks. Their armor brutalist, blackened bronze looked stitched from war gods' nightmares. Jagged shoulders. Ritual belts inscribed with blood-red prophecy. And they were growing.
Muscles split through armor that regenerated in writhing, living metal.
Their roars bent the very sound, shaking ribs and minds alike.
Kiyohime turned, stunned.
"What the hell are those!?"
Moses' eyes hardened.
"Berserkers."
One step from them cratered the sand.
"This is gonna be a tougher match than I thought."
Kiyohime's blade trembled slightly in her grip.
"They're... insanely strong."
Moses nodded.
"The angrier they get, the stronger they become. We either knock them out fast or we die slow."
Then it happened.
The first Berserker charged, blasting through Kiyohime's toroidal energy field like it wasn't even there.
Kiyohime's eyes widened.
"What?! They're not reversing in time why?!"
Moses was already moving, slipping past a strike with supernatural grace. A swarm of berserkers thundered after him and Kiyohime, leaving the battlefield behind leaving Noah, his family, Hunter, the ark, and everyone.
"Some people are just that strong," he muttered, breath calm despite the chaos. "And their armor… it's enchanted. I'm guessing it resists certain types of spells."
The first berserker massive, wild-eyed swung a war club the size of a coffin.
Moses ducked under the blow, fluid as water, and drove his fingers into a series of pressure points along the giant's arm. The impact echoed like a drumbeat in flesh and bone.
Each point sparked white energy light pulsed from Moses' fingertips.
The Berserker's arm froze, then went numb then exploded.
The giant roared, falling to one knee.
Moses moved fast, placed a hand on the beast's forehead.
"Rest."
The Berserker's skull detonated, erupting in a flash of sacred flame.
But before Moses could breathe another Berserker charged from behind and slammed him into the ground, cracking the earth in all directions.
Moses gasped, pain rippling through him.
The creature's hand closed around him armor shifting like liquid needles.
The moment the grip tightened, spikes pierced Moses' skin, digging deep.
He gritted his teeth, blood sliding down his jaw
Then a violet streak ripped the sky open.
Kiyohime flashed forward, faster than thought, FTL Plus, her blade glowing like a demon star.
One slice.
A clean decapitation.
The Berserker's head flew as its grip fell limp.
Moses dropped, coughing, his ribs bruised
But alive.
Then
The others saw.
They screamed.
And in that instant, their rage detonated.
Some didn't just grow they ascended.
Towering over the battlefield, they swelled to the size of mountains small peaks at first… then ridges… then titanic, cloud-scraping monstrosities.
Muscles tore open with the sound of splitting glaciers, only to reform denser, harder, crackling with raw regeneration.
Their armor wasn't just enchanted it was alive, a molten lattice of breathing steel that expanded and contorted to contain their evolving horrors. It pulsed and groaned like a titan's heartbeat.
Their eyes flared not with fire, but with the collapse of stars. A red that burned through dimensions.
And their roars
they didn't echo.
They devoured sound, rupturing the air, twisting the laws of vibration.
Kiyohime stepped back, eyes wide.
"They're getting bigger… stronger…"
Moses rose, hand pressed against his bleeding side.
"We have to kill them right now. If we don't…"
A roar tore through the heavens.
Hundreds of berserkers each the size of mountains charged across the landscape, their footfalls like meteor strikes. The earth screamed beneath them, splitting and quaking with every colossal step.
Torrents of energy bled from their forms auras of chaos and violence that warped the air, painting the sky with streaks of burning crimson and void-black.
Kiyohime's eyes widened as the ground trembled violently beneath her feet. "This is bad! At this rate, the planet's going to explode, everyone'll is going to die!"
Moses stood firm, bloodied but smiling through the pain. "It's fine. This planet under a protection spell almost impossible to destroy. That's why they're going all out."
He tilted his head, eyes sharp as blades.
"So can we."
Kiyohime's fear melted into a grin fanged and fearless.
"Good."
A shadow swallowed them.
A Berserker's foot came crashing down
BOOM!
They barely dodged, the quake knocking them sideways.
They ran, dodging strike after brutal strike.
Moses vanished, reappeared behind one
CRACK!
One precise punch sent the beast flying, a crater left behind.
Kiyohime danced through chaos, her sword slicing clean through armored flesh.
Each swing carved deeper some cuts reached space itself.
But one Berserker caught her mid-motion SLAM!
He hurled her to the earth, then stomped down
Only to stop.
The toroidal energy shield around her flared.
His foot pressed, but didn't break through.
He snarled, stomping again no effect.
Kiyohime rose, bleeding her purple eyes glowing, defiant.
A shimmering toroidal energy shield pulsed around her, warping the air with dimensional distortion as the berserker charged, each stomp shattering the earth in sonic quakes.
He tried to crush her.
But she didn't flinch.
She wiped the blood from her cheek calm, almost bored.
Her blade, Shi no Tanjo: The Birth of Death, shimmered.
Its edge began to hum with a radiant glow, bending the edges of time itself.
Wounds began to seal. Scars reversed.
Her own death spiraled backward through her cells, transcended by her will
as long as her energy grew, she could never fall.
She whispered into the storm, her voice a thread of thunder:
"Mutation Realm… Kūhaku Uwabami Void Serpent."
The Earth convulsed.
The air ruptured like torn parchment.
And from beneath her feet
it came.
A colossal serpent, blacker than oblivion itself, surged from the depths of the void.
Its body was thicker than mountains.
Its length… unseeable. Unknowable.
It coiled through reality like a divine extinction, and even eternity could not hold its full form.
Around its head, jagged, fur-like spikes bristled writhing with cursed energy.
Its eyes burned like ancient dying stars blood-red and eternal.
Its maw yawned open, revealing no flesh, no tongue
only the void.
To look inside was to feel yourself vanish.
Kiyohime stood atop its massive skull, a spiral of violet energy swirling around her like a cyclone of wrath.
"I hate using this spell," she said, voice cold, sharp. "It's hard to control."
Then her eyes narrowed.
"But you gave me no choice."
She raised her hand and pointed forward.
"In this void… you shall fall forever."
The Void Serpent screamed
not with sound, but with power.
A raw, reality-breaking bellow that shattered clouds, split the skies, and vibrated through the bones of stars.
The tremor of it reached across the universe.
Entire constellations blinked in response.
Then its tail moved.
A blur.
A cataclysm.
CRASH!
Entire formations of foot soldiers were annihilated shields, weapons, bodies, gone in an instant.
High Magi, caught mid-chant in the sky, were ripped apart mid-air their glyphs shattered like glass.
And the titanic berserkers, those mountain-sized titans, They toppled like ants.
Each one's fall thundered like the cracking of worlds.
Each impact… a small apocalypse.
Moses appeared beside her, both now on the serpent's head.
Breathing hard, he smiled.
"You're full of tricks. I picked the right allies."
But high above, the Sins watched.
Envy leaned forward, eyes gleaming like emerald fire.
"Pride… you were right. Her energy… it's beyond anything I've ever seen in Hell."
She stared at the serpent, then at Kiyohime standing atop it.
"That thing she summoned it's soaked in demonic energy. And that's not even including her. Her presence alone warps the air. She has to be from Hell. Some version of it."
Her voice dropped, eyes narrowing.
"Wherever she's from… their Hell must be stronger than ours."
Pride stood still, arms folded, his eyes glowing with calculation.
"I've been scanning her essence. She's a yokai."
Greed's voice crackled in over the comms, excited.
"Yokai? You serious? Those are demons super demons. They lure prey by shapeshifting… usually into beautiful women or men. Then they steal your soul while you're begging for more."
He stepped forward, his mechanical limbs twitching, hunger in his voice.
"I never thought I'd actually meet one. I thought they were just myth. Let me fight her. If she's a real Yokai… I need her in my collection."
Lust scoffed, brushing a hand through her hair.
"Sounds like my type of girl," she said with a smirk.
"Trick the boys, take what you want, leave 'em hollow."
Pride raised a hand, stopping them.
"Wait."
His grin returned, slow and hungry.
"Let's see what they do next. I want to know just how far they can go."
He glanced at the others, voice lower now, tinged with amusement.
"And since she's a yokai… the Pharaoh will want her alive. You know how he gets with women especially foreign ones."
He tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on Kiyohime.
"She'll be a perfect prize for him."
The air crackled as the colossal Kūhaku Uwabami coiled like a world-ending eclipse behind Kiyohime. Her silhouette stood sharp against its swirling, void-born mass her blade still glowing, her eyes alight with violet fire. Below them, the Berserkers, though torn and broken, began to rise once more grotesque behemoths laced with blood and fury, fueled by pure rage.
Kiyohime's voice rang out like a divine decree.
"Crush them."
The serpent obeyed.
In a single, sweeping arc, Kūhaku Uwabami's tail cleaved through the battlefield like a dimensional guillotine forged from the void itself the air screaming as it tore open reality. The impact cracked the planet's crust, splitting the ground for entire continents, swallowing armies in an instant.
Berserkers were flung like insects, their monstrous bodies pulverized mid-air bones atomized, armor turned to dust.
One giant managed a desperate charge only to be met with jaws so massive they blotted out the sky, each fang longer than skyscrapers, each tooth a black monolith. The serpent bit down
an entire mountain-sized body crushed and consumed like nothing.
Another tried to flee, howling
only to be run through by fangs the size of battleships, lifted into the air, and swallowed into the abyss of an endless throat.
No scream could reach the end of it.
No soul escaped.
And then… nothing.
Only the endless scream of that one unlucky Berserker, echoing as it tumbled into the open void within the serpent's throat falling forever, devoured by eternity itself.
The surviving foot soldiers panicked, abandoning their posts, dropping their weapons as they ran screaming into the smoke.
Above, the High Magi still floated, weaving spells in desperation. Glimmering spears of condensed sorcery rained down upon the serpent. They struck but did nothing. Not a scratch. Not a blink.
Kūhaku Uwabami turned its head toward them, and with a soundless bellow a vacuum scream that twisted the very laws of sound those Magi dropped from the skies like broken dolls, their minds shattered by the serpent's stare.
And then, slowly, the beast began to flicker its scales turning to shadow, its form unraveling like smoke beneath the moon.
Kiyohime dropped to one knee, gasping.
"I can't keep him here long… that thing's dangerous even to me. I had to end the spell."
They landed hard, boots slamming into scorched ground. Moses caught her before she fell, steadying her with one arm.
"You did more than enough," he said gently. "But we need to move. The fight threw us too far. They're still taking people."
Without another word, he wrapped his arm around her waist and in a flash of light, they vanished.
When they reappeared, they stood in the heart of the town.
Or what was left of it.
Smoke veiled the sky in a suffocating haze. Buildings stood broken, their blackened frames groaning beneath the weight of ruin. Through the silence, a grim procession unfolded people, innocent and still, dragged through the streets like forgotten statues. Frozen in time. Stolen from motion. Lifted one by one into translucent cages inscribed with alien runes that pulsed with slow, otherworldly breath.
Moses saw it.
The foot soldiers moved with eerie calm, their obsidian armor catching the firelight. High Magi floated beside them, weaving spells of suspension, dragging the Israelites his people into containment. Their faces were locked in expressions of panic and prayer, but none could speak. None could move.
And there Noah. Stilled mid-step. His wife, arms around their daughter. Ham, reaching out. Hunter, caught between dimensions, half-there, half-gone.
All of them every soul they'd gathered from across the hyperverse of Israel sealed away in shimmering cages. Being pulled. Hauled. Taken.
Even the ship the ark they'd built was being dragged across the scorched sand, bound by chains of light, inching slowly behind the soldiers like a conquered relic.
They were all disappearing now. Vanishing into the horizon.
Frozen. Silent.
He broke into a sprint, Kiyohime right beside him.
But before they could reach it
Above them, Pride extended his hands palms down as a shimmering, translucent shield locked into place around Moses and Kiyohime. It pulsed with quiet power, a barrier of divine arrogance. Dust swirled across the battlefield, trailing behind retreating soldiers. Berserkers and mages moved with practiced urgency, herding the frozen citizens into levitating cages.
Horses thundered past, pulling massive platforms across the desert sands each one stacked with time-locked captives.
And then… they began to vanish.
The cages. The soldiers. The warhorses. Fading into the horizon like a mirage breaking apart in the desert sun. One by one, they disappeared until there was nothing left but wind, dust, and silence.
And then
A scream.
"Noah, Hunter!" Kiyohime's voice tore through the air like thunder.
her sword, veined with black and violet energy, ripped through the protective shield and shattered it like glass.
Pride's eyes narrowed. He looked at Greed and said coldly, "Go at it."
A mechanical snarl followed a low, pulsing sound like a sin powering up.
From the swirling ash stepped a towering figure Greed, standing eight feet tall, his crystalline obsidian body glinting like a living black diamond. His green, square eyes flared with endless calculation, dissecting the battlefield as if weighing every soul by value. His form, a seamless fusion of arcane metal plates and alien circuitry, radiated a pressure that could crush willpower alone. Around his waist, a belt of enchanted relics rattled with each motion daggers, plasma pistols, and gravitational grenades, forged from pure avarice and bound to his relentless need to take.
His mechanized arms clicked into place one transforming into a cannon-barrel, the other sparking with an arcane blaster's hum.
He was more than a machine. He was the very concept of Greed made manifest a devouring intelligence designed to claim, consume, and control.
Kiyohime spun, narrowly dodging his sudden lunge. His cannon arm fired instantly, but she deflected the blast with her blade, sparks ricocheting like stars across the haze.
She turned slightly toward Moses. "Get out of here," she said, her voice low but sharp. "Leave this to me. We came to save you, remember?"
But Moses stood his ground, white energy flaring around him. "I'm not going anywhere."
Above them, the other Sins watched with silent interest.
Envy leaned forward, her voice a syrupy purr. "Give up. The Pharaoh wants him alive. You can still walk away, girl." She smirked. "Or you could join us. You're powerful but you're not beating Greed."
Kiyohime's smirk was razor-sharp. "I've killed gods and immortals before. You people don't scare me."
Creed landed across from them, eyeing Moses.
Kiyohime glanced at him. "You need to get out of here. This is gonna get ugly."
"I'm not leaving you," Moses said again, energy coiling at his fingertips. "I'm not afraid of them."
Greed's robotic jaw unhinged slightly, producing a crackling laugh.
"Cute," he said, voice vibrating like a distorted modem. "You think this is a fight? This is an acquisition."
He turned to Kiyohime. "Summon that serpent again. I want to add it to my collection."
She drew her blade, its edge gleaming like it had tasted eternity. "Kūhaku Uwabami would devour you. You're not worthy."
Greed's body tensed processing, recalculating.
"I like your sword," he said. "I'm going to take it."
Kiyohime's eyes flared. "First lesson of the samurai don't touch a warrior's blade while they still breathe."
Without warning, her blade vanished from her grip.
It reappeared in Greed's obsidian hand, crackling with black and violet rage. His green eyes pulsed in triumph. "Too late."
But then shock.
The blade hissed with rejection. Sparks exploded. His arm began to convulse, systems glitching. "What… what is"
With a flicker of arcane distortion, the sword reappeared back in Kiyohime's grip.
She stepped forward. "You really thought you could steal it? My blade is bound by Tōru Mahō the Way of the Samurai. You can't steal a soulbond."
Moses moved beside her, light surging. "Let's take this machine apart."
Greed's body whirred armor reshaping, blasters charging. His entire chest split open as an impossibly large cannon emerged, lined with shifting glyphs from higher- Dimensionality. The air distorted.
"5th Dimensional Cannon."
He fired.
The blast ruptured space.
Moses vanished in a blink, dodging barely.
Kiyohime held her ground, unshaken.
Her toroidal energy field shimmered into being an elegant ring of spinning dimensional force that pulsed like a heartbeat made of light. The moment the first cannon blast hit, space bent violently. The 5th-dimensional energy within the field began to warp, redirecting the chaos with divine precision, as if the universe itself bowed to her will.
Blasts that should have reduced stars to ash were halted midair, suspended like trembling stars. Her Toki no Me the Eyes of Time froze their trajectory, locking them in impossible stillness.
Others she cleaved from existence, her movements fluid, each swing of Shi no Tanjo, the Birth of Death rewriting fate. The blade drank the blasts void-forged, it devoured energy like a black hole dressed as steel.
Thousands of blasts came. Thousands were stopped.
She moved like prophecy each attack predicted, countered, rewritten. She didn't falter. She didn't breathe.
And still, they came.
And still, she stood.
But then impact.
A single blast slipped through the chaos, streaking past Kiyohime's toroidal.
Moses went flying, his body spinning violently through the air before crashing into the earth with a seismic shudder, dust and debris blasting outward like an angry crater had been born.
Above, Greed's cannon retracted into his shifting, mechanoid form, steam hissing from its vents like breath from a beast.
"Non-lethal setting. Unfortunately," Greed muttered with casual malice. "We need you alive, Moses."
He surged forward in a blur of green chrome and predatory velocity, his right arm twisting, expanding a massive hammer-like limb alien, jagged, pulsing with raw power. His form was shifting into something less man, more weapon.
"But I can still knock you out."
Too fast. He descended like a meteor above Moses, shadow blotting the sun, hammer raised to smash.
And then
"Teishi!"
Kiyohime's voice rang out, sharp as thunder against glass.
Her violet eyes exploded with light Toki no Me fully unleashed.
Time fractured.
Greed stopped midair.
Just stopped.
Suspended in a twisted frame of frozen, the hammer still raised, circuits flaring with confusion. His algorithms screamed errors. Code unraveled in his mind.
"What did you do?" he growled, red optic sensors twitching erratically. Wires twitched. Pistons buckled.
"I see… you're not just demonic... you're something worse. A super demon. But how… how are you stopping time for me as time has already stopped?"
Kiyohime walked forward, slow and sovereign, blade drawn at her side, energy falling like violet rain in her wake. Every step pulsed through the toroidal field she had stretched wide Greed and Moses now both inside its perimeter.
Her voice was low, heavy with power.
"I am creating higher-dimensional time time that transcends you. You're fortunate I have yet to master it…"
Violet light bled from her eye as she touched it gently, its glow burning with untamed force.
"If I had... you wouldn't even be able to think. Or speak. Or exist."
The toroidal field shimmered, and in a flash of immeasurable speed, she moved.
In an instant, she was in front of him Shi no Tanjo, the Birth of Death, drove forward.
The blade pierced his chest through obsidian armor, through screaming circuitry, straight into the greedy heart of his soul-engine.
Moses, bloodied but steady, rose to watch eyes narrowed in awe and disbelief.
Kiyohime's form blurred once more and surged forward again, twisting the blade deeper.
Green light flooded out, leaking like sick divine fire, his core flaring and destabilizing.
BOOM.
Greed exploded, sending both Kiyohime and Moses flying back several feet. Dust and fragments of cursed metal rained down as they slid to opposite ends of the battlefield, eyes locking across the debris-strewn field.
Greed growled, his voice glitching with static.
Jets roared to life behind Greed's back rockets launching him forward at immeasurable speed, a comet of avarice.
Kiyohime stood poised, unwavering.
As he rushed in, Greed breached her toroidal energy field, a ripple of higher dimensional time distorting around him.
Kiyohime's voice rang out.
"Mutation Style: Infinite Shadows."
Greed halted for a moment dozens of shadow clones of Kiyohime stepped forth from the dark, surrounding him in a jagged circle. Kiyohime screamed:
"Attack!"
The shadows swarmed, blades slashing, feet striking. Greed fought back with monstrous strength, punching through them, each blow shaking the earth beneath them.
But then Moses appeared.
With righteous fury, he slammed his fist into Greed's chest.
"Fist of Faith!"
A surge of white energy coursed through the impact, cracking Greed's armor and hitting key pressure points in his mechanical frame. Greed reeled back, trying to retaliate, but Moses spun and kicked him in the head, driving him to his knees.
The shadows struck again, this time slicing at his joints.
Desperate, Greed grabbed a grenade from his belt a dimensional sonic device and hurled it down.
KA-BOOM.
A distorted wave of dimensional sound shattered the shadows and knocked Moses to the ground, clutching his ears in agony.
Greed rose, sparks flying from his joints. He turned and saw Kiyohime still standing.
Unaffected.
His voice crackled.
"At least it's just you and me now. No more risks. I won't accidentally kill Moses if I go all out."
He tossed another grenade locking Moses in a cocoon of dimensional sound, leaving him paralyzed and writhing.
Kiyohime stared, calculating.
I'm almost out of energy. If I run dry, I'll freeze like the others. I have to end this now.
She drove her blade into the ground.
"You wanted a real fight? You wanted to face... Kūhaku Uwabami?"
Greed grinned.
"Yes. Bring him out. I want to fight."
Kiyohime's sword ignited black and purple light surging outward in pulsating waves.
"Mutation Realm… Kūhaku Uwabami: Void Serpent, Belly of the Beast."
The earth rumbled. A massive, eldritch circle formed beneath them, black and purple, crackling with reality-tearing energy.
Then it appeared.
From the circle, a colossal serpent's maw rose vast as mountains, eyes glowing like twin galaxies.
The Void Serpent.
It swallowed them whole Greed, Moses and Kiyohime vanishing into its gullet in a blink, its massive coils wrapping the land like a god awaiting judgment.
From afar, the remaining Sins watched, suspended in the sky.
Lust narrowed her eyes.
"Did she just kill herself… and Moses?"
Pride shook his head.
"No. They're alive. Her magic is… fascinating. Truly demonic to the highest degree."
As he spoke, they watched the giant serpent Kūhaku Uwabami rise bigger than mountains, watching them.
Inside the serpent.
Greed fell.
Through a tunnel of black so deep it swallowed thought itself, until
SPLASH.
He landed on something soft… wet… breathing. The ground beneath him pulsed like a giant muscle, slick with some burning fluid that hissed against his metal limbs. The air was hot, thick coated in the stench of rotting blood and something older, something primordial.
All around him: red. Veins the size of trees. Rib-like walls shifting and flexing, every breath from the serpent's lungs shaking the space like a living earthquake.
Above, below, and in every direction, endless voids. Dead creatures floated through it, drifting like broken toys: dragons with no heads, angelic corpses with halos half-melted, shattered bones of titans tangled with twisted machines. Here and there, entire ruined cities, half-digested buildings, and collapsed temples slowly sank into pools of glowing acid structures screaming as they melted, voices of the past echoing from the walls.
Then came the souls.
They flickered into sight hundreds… thousands glowing like fireflies but screaming, their mouths opened in silent agony, orbiting Greed like a galaxy of suffering. Some of them took on forms soldiers, gods. All blurred, all breaking apart.
Greed staggered upright, boots sinking into the quivering flesh beneath him. Each step burned, leaving sizzling footprints as the slime ate at his armor. He raised his hand, forcing power to gather, trying to tear open a portal. Nothing. Then he tries to teleport. The green light sparked, then collapsed into nothingness, smothered by the suffocating weight of this place. Snarling, he tried again, harder, but the energy slipped away like water through his fingers. "No… what? Why can't I teleport?!" His chest pounded, panic clawing at his ribs.
The ground answered him.
From the throbbing walls, a shape peeled itself free her shape Kiyohime. Pale. Serene. Terrible. She moved like a ripple through a still pond, untouched by the filth, untouched by the rules. At her side stood Moses, eyes wide, hands trembling, the fire of his strength guttered low, as if this place had drained it from him.
Kiyohime turned her head slightly, her violet eyes gleaming in the dim, hellish light.
"Stay," she commanded Moses, her voice soft but absolute.
Before he could move, the flesh beneath him twisted. Veins and tendrils lashed out, binding his arms, locking his legs in place. He struggled, but could not break free.
"I want to help!" Moses cried, desperation cracking his voice.
Kiyohime's gaze didn't soften. She didn't even look at him as she spoke.
"You'll just get in the way."
Moses strained against the living bonds, but it was useless. He was trapped, a witness nothing more.
Greed took a step forward, fists clenched but the ground shifted again, rising up in grotesque shapes: faces, hands, beasts from half-remembered nightmares, blocking his path.
Kiyohime's violet eyes snapped to him, cold and unblinking.
"You," she said, voice slicing through the thick, rotting air, "aren't going anywhere."
She stepped out from the dark like a ghost wreathed in shadows, her eyes glowing violet.
"Welcome to the belly of the beast."
Her voice echoed off the shifting, pulsing walls around them.
"We are inside Kūhaku Uwabami. He has many stomachs. One for endless fall. Another for digestion. But this one..."
She raised her hand. The space around them tightened pressure growing, reality bending like it was being digested itself.
"This one is mine. My domain."
The souls pulsed around them, brushing Greed's armor, sending shivers through his metallic body.
Greed stumbled back. "What are these... souls?"
"Yes," Kiyohime said, smiling slow, cold, cruel. "I am a Yōkai… and so is my serpent, Kūhaku Uwabami. It devours more than flesh. It eats existence. These souls..."
She stepped closer, shadows licking hungrily at her blade.
"These will be my victory."
Greed laughed, arms spread wide, fearless. "That's why I want you. You Yōkai are valuable. I collect rare creatures. I like collecting rarities."
His golden eyes gleamed. "I'll add you to my collection."
Kiyohime's expression darkened, her violet eyes glinting.
"No," she said coldly. "You will die in this stomach."
Greed only laughed louder. "You can't kill me. I'm a concept. I'm immortal!"
Kiyohime smiled a real one, sharp as broken glass.
"I can definitely kill you. Your concept will return, yes... but it takes time. kill immortality wouldn't be the time."
Suddenly, Kiyohime's toroidal energy field began to spin rapidly, spreading out across the battlefield, warping gravity and light, giving her immeasurable speed within its reach.
She rushed toward Greed
and Greed readied himself, transforming his robot hands into twin machine guns.
But they weren't just guns anymore.
The machinery twisted, warped, and evolved into higher-dimensional shapes geometries not meant for three-dimensional sight. Edges folded into themselves; colors shifted beyond human perception, hues like "before blue" and "after red." Shapes that were both points and infinite planes pulsed across the surface of the weapons.
"Dimension Ascension!" he roared.
The guns roared to life, spitting out bullets
but these were no ordinary projectiles.
The bullets shimmered with 6th-dimensional properties: each bullet curved not just through space, but through possibilities.
They spiraled along nonexistent axes, warping the causal chain, slipping between future and past.
Each bullet existed and did not exist, blinking across the battlefield at impossible angles
appearing everywhere at once.
They teleported.
They birthed copies of themselves mid-flight.
They spiraled into patterns that should not exist, tessellations of infinite speed and infinite number.
An endless storm.
Each second, an infinity of bullets were created layer upon layer of attack, a collapsing multiversal rain aimed to erase anything it touched.
And still, Kiyohime moved.
She dodged in between the impossible vectors, her form a blur, her violet eyes locked on him.
Some bullets struck her, but they didn't merely tear flesh they gouged her concept, bruising her existence across timelines.
She spun with her toroidal energy field, redirecting bullets into each other, some imploding in bursts of paradox, others dissolving as they collided mid-air.
Her blade flashed slicing bullets apart before they could even complete their trajectory.
She weaved forward, dodging and absorbing hits at speeds that bent the battlefield into an Escher painting of violence.
Closer.
Closer.
Greed's arrogance began to crumble into panic.
"She's dodging infinite bullets," he thought, hands trembling even as he kept firing.
"There's infinite of them AND SHE'S STILL GETTING THROUGH! I HAVE TO ASCEND THE ENTIRE BATTLEFIELD, NOT JUST MYSELF"
He transformed his gun-hands back to normal, energy cracking around him.
Higher-dimensional shapes and impossible colors exploded from his body, a second Dimension Ascension beginning to override the field.
"Dimension Ascension"
But before the ritual could complete, Kiyohime's violet eyes ignited
the Toki no Me, the Eyes of Time, wide and merciless.
The glow struck Greed instantly.
"Teishi," she commanded.
Greed froze, locked in a prison crafted perfectly to match his own dimensional state.
"W-What?! Why is that move so strong?!" he snarled, every fiber of his being struggling and failing to move.
Kiyohime's voice was calm, pitiless.
"It adapts to the dimensionality of whoever I aim it at. No matter how high you ascend, it traps you. You cannot overpower it unless I falter."
She walked toward him, raising her blade Shi no Tanjō, the Birth of Death its black and purple energy boiling the very air around it.
The spirits shrieked around her, spiraling toward her sword, gathering into a storm of wailing spirits.
The stomach walls of Kūhaku Uwabami responded, wrapping around Greed's frozen body, forcing his mouth open in preparation.
Kiyohime pointed her blade at him.
"Mutation Style Mōja Kodō The Heartbeat of the Dead!"
The spirits poured into Greed's mouth like a raging river.
His metallic body screamed
flesh growing over metal.
a heart beating where there had been none.
blood vessels pumping.
hair and nerves bursting into existence.
As the last spirit fused with him, the purple glow of Teishi faded.
Greed fell to his knees, gasping, alive for the first time in a way he had never been before.
He clutched his chest, feeling the wet, hot thudding of his own heart.
"W-What did you do to me?" he rasped. "Am I... alive?"
He looked up, staggering
and found Kiyohime already in front of him.
Her sword drove clean through his chest.
Blood his blood splattered onto the ground.
"I told you," she whispered, her violet eyes soft and cruel. "You can kill an immortal... all you have to do is make them mortal first."
Greed stared at the blade in horror, blood bubbling at his lips.
"My... blood... I can feel... pain..." he gasped.
He screamed a terrible, human scream.
Then Kiyohime swung again.
And severed his head clean from his shoulders.
Kiyohime turned her head slowly, violet eyes dim but still burning with purpose, and looked at Moses.
With a soft gesture, she released his binds, the ethereal chains around him evaporating into mist.
Then, with a final whisper of power, she spoke:
"Kūhaku Uwabami... disperse."
The massive serpent stirred bigger than mountains its coiled form stretching across the torn landscape like a god fallen to earth.
It released a low rumble, and then began to dissolve into black smoke, its colossal body fading away.
From the outside, the Seven Deadly Sins stood, watching in silence.
The giant serpent, which had been staring down at them without blinking, was now vanishing before their eyes.
As the smoke cleared, all that remained visible were two small figures standing in the center of the wasteland Moses and Kiyohime.
Gluttony, nervously shifting beside the others, muttered,
"Where's Greed?"
Pride, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed.
"My vision pierced the veil. I saw everything," he said coldly. "She killed him."
The others gasped, disbelief cracking their composure.
"He'll return," Pride continued. "Eventually. But for now... he's dead."
The Sins murmured among themselves, shocked. Greed was supposed to be unstoppable.
Meanwhile, at the heart of the battlefield, Kiyohime collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath, her entire body trembling from exhaustion.
Moses rushed to her side.
"You're... incredible," he said, helping to steady her.
She gave a weak smile. "I'm almost out of energy... you need to get out of here."
"I'm not leaving you!" Moses snapped.
In the distance, the Seven Deadly Sins began to soar toward them, energy crackling around their monstrous forms.
Pride roared:
"Capture Moses and the girl!"
Kiyohime placed a hand on Moses's arm, her touch steady despite her exhaustion.
"It's fine. I have a plan," she said softly. "They won't kill us. They want slaves. I can play that part for now. But you... you have to find Adamus. He can help. You saw him the boy with the green flames."
Moses gritted his teeth.
"I can teleport both of us out"
"No," she said firmly. "You wouldn't free your people that way. I have to stay inside. I can free everyone from within."
Moses hesitated, regret and fury burning in his chest.
Then
flash he vanished, leaving her behind.
The Sins landed moments later, the ground quaking under their power.
Pride cursed under his breath, scanning the empty air.
"Where did Moses go?" he growled.
Then his gaze fell on Kiyohime barely standing, her blade reverting to a simple katana, her eyes flickering between purple and dark brown.
Pride raised his hand, gathering a ball of energy to destroy her
but Kiyohime, voice steady, spoke:
"I surrender."
Pride smirked. He dropped his hand.
A foot soldier stepped forward one of the Pharaoh's elite warriors and clamped enchanted manacles around her wrists. Crystals embedded in the chains shimmered, sealing her powers.
They threw her into a cage, the bars carved with ancient binding runes.
Pride barked at them,
"Be careful with this one. She isn't like the others. Treat her differently. Respect her power."
The cage clanged shut.
The caravan began its long journey toward the kingdom.
The desert was merciless.
The sun scorched the world into a blinding, endless sheet of gold and fire.
Every breath was like swallowing burning ash.
Sandstorms howled against the caravan, tiny shards slicing at Kiyohime's exposed skin.
The heat battered her relentlessly.
Sweat dried the moment it touched her skin.
Her throat burned with thirst.
Every jolt of the wagon over the dunes sent pain through her exhausted body.
But through it all, she sat in silence watching, calculating.
The soldiers around her were monstrous in form
Humanoid, but with unmistakable signs of their twisted lineage.
Each wore the battle armor of Thutmose III's reign ornate gold-plated kilts, leather and bronze belts, and heavy sandaled boots designed for desert war.
Their skin was a deep crimson, almost glowing in the sun, their bodies lean and carved with muscle.
Two thick, sharpened horns curled from their foreheads like ceremonial daggers, the horns etched with ancient runes that pulsed faintly when they moved.
Their weapons were equally terrifying: crescent-shaped khopesh swords, their blades gleaming with hieroglyphic etchings of death and dominion.
Their shields were massive, rectangular slabs bearing the radiant crest of the Pharaoh a burning sun above a crimson pyramid.
Every step they took was in perfect unison no wasted movement, no hesitation.
They were more than soldiers.
They were predators.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kiyohime saw it
Pi-Ramesses, the crown jewel of the desert.
The kingdom rose from the sand like a golden mountain.
Massive walls glinted under the sun, made of polished limestone and massive sandstone blocks carved with endless rows of hieroglyphs praising the gods and the Pharaoh.
At the heart of the city, two massive golden doors towered higher than the mountains themselves, guarded by statues of serpents and gods, each larger than life.
The city teemed with life.
Kiyohime watched from her cage as they entered:
The citizens were a strange and brutal beauty to behold
Red-skinned like the soldiers, horns varying in size and curve.
The men wore linen kilts and bronze jewelry, some with blue and gold sashes denoting higher status.
Women wore flowing white dresses, their horns adorned with golden caps and jeweled chains, their eyes lined with thick black kohl.
Children darted between market stalls, laughing, their small horns glinting as they played.
Merchants shouted over pyramids of spices, papyrus scrolls, and shining metal trinkets.
Priests in elaborate robes chanted prayers to the gods Anubis, Ra, Lucifer Set burning incense that clouded the streets with sacred smoke.
Slaves most with broken horns or none at all hauled water, bricks, and grain under the burning sun, their skin cracked and bleeding. Among them, she saw the Israelites, wearing the filthiest rags, their tiger-striped arms bared to the scorching air, their tiger tails dragging in the dust. They were whipped the hardest, treated the worst, their suffering laid bare for all to see.
It was a kingdom both majestic and monstrous.
As Kiyohime's cage rattled through the streets, she saw the suffering beneath the gold.
A foot soldier riding beside her sneered down and said,
"You're lucky. You won't be sent to the fields like the others. I can tell just by the way you look. At first, we'll have to drop you off with the rest of the slaves, but as soon as the Pharaoh's soldiers see you, they're going to take you away."
Kiyohime narrowed her eyes, dark brown and steady.
"Lucky? The other slaves..." she thought grimly. Maybe that's where the others are Noah, Hunter, and everyone else they captured.
The soldier laughed.
"Yeah, the other slaves. And yes, that includes your friends we just captured. You're beautiful. A rare breed. Our Pharaoh prizes beauty and strength. You'll be sent to the palace... as one of his concubines."
Kiyohime stared at him, her gaze cold and unflinching.
"That is definitely not happening," she muttered.
The soldier only shrugged.
"You should be honored. Some slaves even became princesses under Pharaoh's favor."
Kiyohime said nothing more.
She sat back against the cage bars, her body weak but her mind razor-sharp, her dark brown eyes smoldering with silent fire.
I have no plans on staying here for long, she thought.
Find Hunter. Find Noah. Find the Ark. Rescue everyone... and find Adamus.
Her journey was only just beginning.