The earthquake reached the borders of the forest.
The sight of a million soldiers marching in mechanical silence was enough to terrify any army in history, but standing before them was the "Wall of Nothingness."
**Geld**, the Orc King, planted his massive shield into the ground, and behind him stood thousands of armored Orc legions. They didn't attack; they formed an iron human dam.
"Hold your ground!" Geld roared.
The army of human puppets surged forward like raging waves. They didn't care about arrows or magic cannons; they trampled the corpses of their comrades to reach the defensive line. But the moment they collided, Geld's shield, ablaze with the Blessing of the Void, activated. Any human sword that touched the shield shattered as if made of glass, and any magic spell fired evaporated before it could even reach them.
"Now!" a voice shouted from the sky.
**Benimaru** and **Shion** swooped down from above like devastating meteors.
Benimaru drew his black sword, and in a single circular motion, unleashed a wave of black flames that weren't meant to burn flesh.
"Void Strike: Severing Causality!"
The black flames passed through the soldiers' bodies like ghosts. They didn't scratch their skin, but they devoured the transparent "mana threads" Clayman had planted in their souls.
At that moment, the unexpected happened; hundreds of soldiers suddenly stopped in their tracks, their eyes bulging, and then they collapsed to the ground all at once—not as corpses, but as unconscious humans who had regained their souls and been freed from control.
"This is impossible!" Clayman screamed from atop his platform, moving his fingers frantically. "My threads... they are disappearing! An Ultimate Skill cannot be severed by a sword!"
On the other side, Shion was wreaking havoc with her massive sword, Gorimaru. Every strike of her blade unleashed purple lightning that tore through the military formations—not by killing, but by shattering the "will of enslavement." The army that had been marching in perfect order turned into thousands of humans lying on the ground, breathing heavily in a coma of liberation.
While the ground front was collapsing in favor of Tempest, the angels decided to intervene.
"You impure mortals... taste the wrath of Genesis!" Legions of angels descended, forming a giant magic circle in the sky.
Millions of tons of holy magic gathered at a single point to unleash a massive, collective **[Disintegration]** spell—a strike capable of wiping an entire city from existence.
But, before the light could be unleashed, the sky shook with a roar that tore the clouds apart.
"Black Storm Lightning!"
**Ranga** darted from the shadows, bounding through the air as if he were living lightning. His horn, glowing with the Blessing of the Void, discharged bolts of black lightning that didn't just strike the angels, but completely "swallowed" the holy light they were gathering. The holy energy that was supposed to be their ultimate weapon turned into fuel for the void, exploding right in their faces.
Amidst the aerial chaos, **Souei** made his move.
No one saw him, and not even the angels with their supernatural senses could feel him. He was shifting between dimensions using his new void threads.
He appeared behind the commander of an angel legion, and with a lightning-fast motion, wrapped a black thread around his neck.
"You cannot... see me..." the angel tried to scream, but the void thread didn't just slice his neck; it completely absorbed his "spiritual body". The angel's empty robe fluttered down to the earth, while his very existence faded into nothingness.
Dozens of angel commanders were assassinated in a matter of seconds. The sky that had been gleaming with gold began to rain white feathers stained with darkness, and the corpses of celestial beings who never thought they would know death.
Clayman stumbled backward, his magical cane trembling in his hand.
The army he had built, and the angels he thought were invincible, were falling before a single "blessing" from someone who hadn't even appeared on the battlefield yet.
"Where are you..." Clayman whispered in terror, looking around in search of Akira. "Where are you hiding, you damned anomaly?!"
Suddenly, the wind stopped.
The sound of battle ceased.
Even the cries of the soldiers faded away.
Right behind Clayman, a black rift tore open in the air, from which emerged a young man wearing the Dusk Cloak, his eyes gleaming with a cosmic chill.
"I am not hiding, Clayman," Akira said in a quiet voice that made Clayman's resurrected heart stop beating. "I was just waiting for your boring theatrical performance to end... so I could erase the stage."
Akira raised his hand, and the gravity around Clayman's platform began to collapse.