The rift pulsed with an impossible energy, a sea of monsters endless as the void itself. Dragons roared, nine-headed serpents lunged, god-eaters twisted in impossible shapes, and a storm of smaller, conceptual horrors surged from every shadow of the layered dimension. Yet nothing—not a shred of fear, not a flicker of hesitation—touched Ashura.
Kuroha appeared in his hand with a hum, its edge tearing through the conceptual air like a black tear in reality. He stared at the horde before him, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
"You all will be judged… by my balance and Black Light."
With that, Ashura leapt straight into the endless sea of monsters. The moment he moved, the world seemed to distort. Space bent around him, the layers of the rift folding as he fell into the infinite mass of beings.
"Black Light Domain!" he shouted, and a titanic circle of pure, unyielding black light exploded outward, engulfing the entire rift. The monsters froze mid-motion, their forms trembling under the oppressive force. The very source they relied upon to evolve, to regenerate, to manifest endlessly, faltered. They could no longer draw from the conceptual energy of the rift.
Armageddon struck beside him, a white lightning hurricane, speed faster than thought, slicing through dragons, serpents, and god-eaters. Each strike left nothing behind—no ash, no essence, nothing. The monsters didn't just die; they ceased to exist, their ideas unraveled by the unstoppable combination of Armageddon's lightning and Ashura's black light authority.
Ashura's Kuroha danced in his hands, an extension of his will. He moved through the horde as though wading through mist. A nine-headed serpent reared its terrible heads toward him—he slashed vertically, each head exploding into a cascade of corrupted energy. Dragons dived at him from every direction—he pivoted midair, slashing through wings and torsos, their cries swallowed by the black light that distorted the air around him.
The Monster King, a titanic creature larger than a moon, charged at Ashura, its aura bending the rift-space itself. Ashura smiled. Kuroha flashed, a trail of black light following its edge like liquid darkness. The Monster King's armor shattered, its conceptual essence dissipated, its roar cut mid-air.
Armageddon moved in perfect synchronization, blitzing the remaining hordes, his strikes faster than sight. Each swing of his lightning sword obliterated thousands at once, conceptual entities evaporating into nothing. Dragons, serpents, god-eaters—all fallen, their essence denied the rift's energy.
Ashura landed amidst the wreckage, Kuroha raised high. His crimson-black eyes gleamed with both amusement and authority.
"Black Light—Slash!"
The strike cut the rift with impossible speed. Time and space could not follow him. It was as if he didn't move, yet the effect was catastrophic. The dimensional rift itself began to tear apart, layers of stacked space unraveling under the blade's edge. Every monster that had survived or tried to adapt was obliterated in an instant, their species' final evolution stifled forever by the absolute authority of Black Light.
Armageddon hovered above the crumbling rift, white lightning flickering like a storm contained in the palm of his hand. He looked down at Ashura, who stood amidst the annihilation, the Eternal One smiling, unbothered, triumphant.
"No… more," Ashura murmured. "None shall rise in this domain again."
The rift collapsed in on itself, the infinite layers of conceptual space folding like paper, devoured by the unstoppable Black Light. The story itself seemed to shiver—the fourth wall quivering as if the universe recognized the unthinkable authority of its judge.
Ashura sheathed Kuroha with a soft hum, the blade fading into darkness as the last remnants of the dimensional rift dissolved. Armageddon's lightning faded to calm, the air still, and the rift was gone—the monsters were no more, their source destroyed, their realm cleansed.
Ashura looked over the emptiness where the rift had been. His smile was faint, serene, and utterly absolute.
"This is what it means to be the Eternal One. Black Light reigns… even over the impossible."
And as the stars returned to their normal order around them, Ashura turned toward Armageddon, aura radiating like a black sun:
"Let's move to the next. The Dimensional Rifts are vast, and I grow… every step, every battle, every being. Nothing will remain unchecked. Nothing will escape my judgment."
Armageddon nodded, white lightning flickering along his armor. The pair vanished into the void, the universe resettling behind them, silenced, purged, and awaiting the next display of the Sovereign of Black Light.