The moon that Agoth had been smashed into was no longer a moon.
It was a ruin.
Miles of cracked terrain stretched outward from the crater where Ashura had slammed the Absolute leader into the surface. Entire mountain ranges had been reduced to dust by the shockwave.
Floating debris drifted through space.
Fragments of the shattered Absolute Realm still glowed faintly in the distance.
At the center of the crater—
Agoth lay embedded in molten stone, golden blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Above him stood Ashura Bellet, the Sovereign of Black Light.
One hand gripping Agoth's throat.
The other holding Kuroha, the blade of the end.
Ashura's aura was calm.
Too calm.
Like a predator that had already finished the hunt.
Far above the ruined moon—
The battle of the remaining Absolutes had reached its conclusion.
Bonx and Seraif were barely standing.
Their embodiments of the First Light flickered violently, damaged by the earlier storm of Black Light Annihilation.
Across from them—
Armageddon floated silently.
His transformed form radiated black lightning that crawled through the vacuum like living serpents.
Bonx tried to speak.
"You… monster…"
Armageddon slowly raised his sword.
"Correct."
Then he vanished.
A flash of black lightning split the void.
Bonx's gravitational embodiment collapsed inward.
His entire body imploded before disintegrating into particles of fading law.
The Absolute of Gravity Dominion had died.
Seraif screamed in rage.
Her halos burned brighter than stars.
"Judgment of First Light!"
Six beams of divine energy erupted toward Armageddon.
Armageddon simply stepped forward.
The beams struck him—
And shattered.
He was already behind her.
Seraif froze.
Armageddon's voice sounded beside her ear.
"You fought well."
His blade moved once.
Her head separated from her body.
The halos shattered.
The Absolute of Radiant Judgment died instantly.
Silence returned.
Armageddon flicked the golden blood from his sword.
Then he looked upward.
Toward Ashura.
Back on the moon—
Ashura slowly released Agoth's throat.
The Absolute leader collapsed to one knee, coughing golden light.
Ashura didn't even bother looking at him.
Instead—
He held Kuroha out to the side.
Perfectly horizontal.
His voice was calm.
"Black Light Coating."
Two fingers slid slowly across the black blade.
The moment they touched the edge—
Black Light flooded the weapon.
Not as an aura.
Not as energy.
But as pure authority.
The blade darkened until even light seemed afraid to approach it.
Agoth looked up.
Something in his instincts screamed.
Danger.
Before he could react—
Ashura moved.
Except…
No one saw him move.
To anyone watching—
Ashura had never left his position.
He still appeared standing there, holding Kuroha to the right.
But reality told a different story.
Because at that same instant—
Across the battlefield—
Elaris' star embodiment suddenly split in half.
Athena's golden wings shattered.
Eidros' flames extinguished.
Malakai's devouring vortex collapsed.
Valkar's singularity fractured.
Five Absolutes.
Simultaneously.
Their bodies began disintegrating.
They didn't even understand what had happened.
Their laws faded.
Their authority dissolved.
And within seconds—
The remaining Absolutes turned into dust of fading First Light.
Only two beings remained.
Ashura.
And Agoth.
Far above them—
Armageddon sat down casually on a pile of Absolute corpses.
Gradius.
Bonx.
Seraif.
Golden blood dripped slowly down the ruined surface beneath him.
Armageddon rested his sword across his shoulder.
Watching silently.
His sovereign was finishing the war.
The battlefield had become quiet.
Too quiet.
Agoth stared at the empty space where his fellow Absolutes had stood.
Gone.
All of them.
Destroyed in a moment so fast that even he barely understood what he had seen.
Then—
Agoth started laughing.
At first it was quiet.
Then louder.
Then uncontrollable.
Golden liquid began spilling from his mouth.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Ashura tilted his head slightly.
Agoth wiped the golden blood from his lips.
"I didn't think it would come to this…"
His eyes burned with something wild.
"…but I still have one trump card."
Ashura didn't interrupt.
Agoth slowly stood.
His body trembled from the damage Ashura had inflicted.
Then he raised his hands.
Palms together.
The authority of the First Light erupted around him.
"By the authority of the First Light…"
Golden energy flooded the void.
"…I summon a being of the Oldest."
Reality trembled.
The golden light condensed.
Space folded inward.
And then—
A door appeared.
A massive golden door floating in the void.
Covered in ancient symbols that existed before the Absolutes themselves.
The door slowly opened.
A figure stepped through.
The man looked… normal.
Almost too normal.
White hair.
Blue eyes.
A slim, athletic build.
Black pants.
A red shirt beneath a long yellow coat.
He stepped out of the doorway casually.
Like someone walking into a room.
Then he stretched his neck.
Looking around at the battlefield.
Ruined moon.
Dead Absolutes.
Black Light saturating the void.
He sighed.
Then he looked at Agoth.
"…Why have you summoned me, Agoth?"
His tone sounded more annoyed than angry.
"You want to die or something?"
Agoth lowered his head respectfully.
"Forgive my actions, Oldest."
The man crossed his arms.
Agoth continued.
"I have encountered… an interesting enemy."
The Oldest raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
Then he turned.
And finally looked at Ashura.
The moment his eyes landed on him—
His expression changed.
The Oldest studied him carefully.
Longer than expected.
Then he spoke slowly.
"…Not even I can see your limit."
His blue eyes gleamed with intrigue.
"Fascinating."
Across from him—
Ashura smiled.
Not politely.
Not calmly.
A menacing smile.
The kind that belonged to someone who had just discovered a worthy opponent.
Ashura twirled Kuroha once.
Then rested it on his shoulder.
"So…"
His eyes locked onto the newcomer.
"You're from another reality?"
The Oldest chuckled.
"Something like that."
Then he stepped forward.
Ashura stepped forward too.
The two stopped several meters apart.
Their auras exploded outward simultaneously.
Black Light.
Ancient Power.
Two forces that didn't belong to the same world.
The void itself began cracking.
Behind them—
Armageddon watched from his throne of corpses.
Agoth stared in silent anticipation.
Because for the first time since the war began—
Ashura had finally met someone…
Who might actually fight back.
And the clash of their auras alone was already tearing reality apart.