The Demon Realm trembled.
Not from battle.
Not from invasion.
From rage.
The Demon King stood from his throne.
For the first time in centuries.
Below him—
The remaining Demon Generals knelt.
Broken.
Shaken.
Silent.
Kensai stood among them.
Her body restored.
Her blade steady.
But her eyes—
No longer calm.
"…She struck me," Kensai said quietly.
"…Through perfection."
Silence filled the throne room.
The Demon King's presence expanded.
Darkness poured from him like a living ocean.
"…Enough," he said.
The word alone cracked the floor.
"…Three generals erased."
"…One sent back."
"…And all of you…"
His gaze swept across them.
"…Hesitate."
No one spoke.
Because no one could deny it.
"…Then I will remove that weakness," he continued.
He raised his hand.
The sky of the Demon Realm split open.
Not lightning.
Not fire.
Something deeper.
A power that did not belong to the world.
"…Absolute Awakening," the Demon King declared.
The words echoed—
Not just in the throne room—
But across the entire realm.
The generals' bodies reacted instantly.
Pain.
Not physical.
Not mental.
Existential.
Their very beings were rewritten.
Shadows twisted around them.
Their auras exploded outward—then compressed.
Power surged beyond limits they once believed absolute.
One general screamed.
Another laughed.
Another collapsed—only to rise again, stronger.
Kensai gripped her blade tighter.
Her eyes narrowed as the power flowed through her.
"…So this is… evolution…" she whispered.
The Demon King's voice cut through the chaos.
"…You will not lose again."
Dark sigils burned into their bodies.
Not marks—
Commands.
"…Each of you will receive an Ultimate Skill," he said.
The air froze.
Because Ultimate Skills…
Were not given.
They were earned.
And now—
They were being granted.
One by one—
The generals awakened.
A general of flames ignited with a core that devoured heat itself.
A general of shadows became intangible, merging with darkness.
A general of beasts roared as countless forms fused into one.
And Kensai—
Her eyes glowed.
"…Beezlebub… evolving…" she murmured.
The void around her deepened.
What once absorbed…
Now erased without trace.
The Demon King lowered his hand.
The transformation ended.
Silence.
But not the same silence as before.
This one was heavy.
Complete.
"…Go," he commanded.
"…End this."
The generals rose.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Only purpose.
And far away—
In the mortal world—
Lira stretched lazily.
"…More coming," she said.
Kael froze.
"…You can feel that?"
Lira nodded.
"…Big."
"…Very big."
Shun smiled slightly.
"…Good."
The wind picked up again.
The world shifted.
Because the war had just changed.
No longer a series of battles—
But a full-scale collision…
Between chaos…
And absolute power.
To Be Continued…