Kokabiel's black wings flapped slowly.
Not a violent beat—rather, relaxed, filled with confidence. Yet from that small motion alone, the pressure in the air surged drastically, crushing the lungs of anyone still standing on the battlefield.
"Now," Kokabiel said with a wide smile that did nothing to hide his madness,
"since you've heard the truth with your own ears…"
He spread his eight wings fully. Dark light pulsed around his body, forming a dangerous vortex of energy.
"…it's time for me to open the great war once again."
His eyes burned with excitement.
"By killing all of you—along with this city."
At that very moment, the pressure bearing down on the barrier dome reached its peak.
KRRRAAAKK—!!
The sound of cracking echoed throughout the entire area.
Sona Sitri, positioned in the distance, staggered as blood trickled from the corner of her lips. "T-the… the dome—!"
Cracks of light spread across the surface of the massive barrier, racing outward like shattered spiderwebs.
Then—
BOOM!!
The dome shattered into countless pieces, fragments of magic scattering like gigantic shards of glass before evaporating into the air.
Unrestrained wind surged inward. The pressure that had been held back spilled freely into Kuoh City.
Rias reflexively shouted, "Everyone—prepare yourselves!!"
But—
They didn't even have time to move.
DUUM!!
Something struck Kokabiel.
It was a pure impact—fast, brutal, and nearly invisible.
In the blink of an eye, Kokabiel's body was blasted straight into the ground, crashing hard enough to form a massive crater. Dust and debris exploded outward, shockwaves sweeping across the already-ruined battlefield.
Silence fell instantly.
"W-what…?" Issei muttered faintly.
Amid the settling dust, a figure stood.
Jet-black armor wrapped around its body, adorned with glowing crimson lines that pulsed like living veins. On its back, a torn red cloth fluttered gently in the wind. The aura radiating from it—alien, heavy, and wild—made the instincts of every supernatural being present scream in warning.
Kokabiel groaned from within the crater.
The ground around him collapsed as he slowly rose, dust and rubble falling from his body. For the first time since he had descended onto this battlefield, the fallen angel's face showed genuine shock—an expression that had once been impossible for someone who always believed himself above all else.
"What… is this?" he muttered, staring at the figure before him with narrowed eyes.
The black-armored figure stood still.
Its silence felt even more oppressive.
"You…!" Kokabiel snorted, his voice rising. "Who are you!!"
The figure's head tilted slightly.
From behind the helmet etched with glowing red lines, a deep yet calm voice sounded.
"I am… Cheon Ma."
Cheon Ma.
That name was not unfamiliar to the Gremory faction. The mysterious figure who had once appeared at the church—who had saved Asia back then—now stood before them, clad in black armor, exuding pressure far more terrifying than before.
"He…" Rias murmured softly. "That man…"
On the other side, Xenovia frowned in confusion. "Cheon Ma…? I've never heard that name."
Before anyone could say more—
"Are you Azazel's lapdog—" Kokabiel began, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
But the sentence was never finished.
In a motion almost impossible to perceive, the figure known as Cheon Ma vanished.
"—ARGH!!"
Kokabiel's scream echoed.
His body lurched forward.
In a cold flash, a pair of his black wings were cleanly severed—not torn, not crudely split, but cut with a cruelly precise stroke. The wings slammed into the ground, trembled briefly… then crumbled into particles of dark light, vanishing into the wind.
Pitch-black blood sprayed from Kokabiel's back. The heat was scorching, the scent like burning iron—the distinctive smell of a fallen heavenly being.
Before his scream could fully escape—
Cheon Ma was already standing behind him.
As if he had always been there.
"For someone about to head to the afterlife," he said flatly, almost like casual conversation,
"you don't really need wings, do you?"
His tone was calm.
Kokabiel roared in fury, a cry filled with rage and humiliation. With his remaining wings, he flapped violently, forcing his body upward and retreating, leaving a trail of blood hanging in the air.
"Damn you…! How dare you!!"
His anger exploded.
Both of Kokabiel's hands rose into the air. Holy light gathered rapidly—far too rapidly. Particles of white-golden light spun wildly, compressing, pressing against one another, forming an ever-growing structure of energy.
Spiritual pressure surged drastically.
Within seconds, a gigantic spear of light took shape—far larger, denser, and more stable than his previous attacks. Dozens of meters long, its tip shone like a miniature sun, ready to pierce through anything.
Issei swallowed, his throat dry. "That… it's bigger than before…"
Akeno frowned. Even with her experience, that pressure could not be underestimated. "That attack… if it's released…"
But Cheon Ma did not move.
He simply raised one hand.
"Heh," he snorted softly, almost lazily.
Behind the black armor etched with glowing red lines, Jun issued a simple command—no shout, no long incantation.
"Maw."
The Avatar Independent–type Sacred Gear responded instantly.
[REVERSE]
At that moment—
Something far more terrifying occurred.
The massive spear of light stopped in midair, as if time itself suddenly refused to move forward. The light on its surface flickered unstably, then—slowly—its energy began to be pulled back.
The energy was forced to return.
The structure shrank, layer by layer of light collapsing inward. The colossal spear diminished, from a city-destroying weapon to an ordinary spear… then smaller… until it was no larger than a trembling throwing spear, quivering weakly in the air.
Kokabiel's eyes went wide.
"What… WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Silence fell across the battlefield.
Everyone watching—devils, humans, exorcists—felt the same thing.
This wasn't merely overwhelming power.
This was a blatant violation of the laws of combat themselves.
Jun—or Cheon Ma, as they now knew him—tilted his head slightly, as if considering the question.
"Hah…" he exhaled softly. "Dead men don't need to know."
At the same time, Maw moved.
Black-red energy flowed from Jun's armor, forming a sword—its blade seamlessly fused with the protective layer on his arm, as if the weapon had always been part of his body.
Then—
BOOM.
A violent explosion of energy erupted from Jun's feet. The ground beneath him shattered instantly, forming a small crater, as his body shot forward like a black bullet.
"D-DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!!" Kokabiel screamed in panic.
Without pattern or calculation, he unleashed dangerous beams of light in every direction—wild, desperate attacks tearing through the air, hoping even one would hit its mark.
But Jun—
vanished between the gaps of those attacks.
He moved lightly, almost casually. His body made slight turns, slipping past beams of light, deflecting some with his sword, redirecting others with layers of armor.
In a single breath—
He was already in front of Kokabiel.
Slash.
One pair of wings was severed.
Jun spun.
Slash.
Another pair.
He moved past Kokabiel's body like a shadow.
Slash.
And again.
Slash.
Slash.
Slash.
Dark red lines lingered in the air, forming a horrifying circle around Kokabiel. Each time a line passed through his body—
one pair of wings disappeared.
Severed.
Cut off.
Shattered into dark light.
"AAAAAAAH!!"
Kokabiel's scream tore through the air, filled with pain and panic. The arrogance that had filled every one of his movements collapsed instantly. There was no longer a madly laughing fallen angel—only a wounded being, unable to comprehend what had befallen him.
Jun stopped moving.
Kokabiel fell.
His body slammed into the ground with a dull sound, like a ragged cloth thrown aside, his wings gone, his aura tattered, and his pride—torn apart without a trace.
In the distance, Rias Gremory stared at the scene, holding her breath.
Issei didn't realize his fists had clenched.
This was not a battle.
This was an execution.
And Cheon Ma—Jun—stood above it.
The sword in his hand still pulsed faintly, the black-red blade seeming to breathe in sync with its owner, awaiting the next command. The dangerous aura enveloping his body had yet to subside, pressing down on the battlefield like an invisible weight.
Below him, Kokabiel crawled.
He dragged his body across the cracked ground, his wings gone, his aura scattered. His face—once filled with mad laughter—was now consumed by pure fear.
The creature trembled.
'Who… is he…?'
Kokabiel's thoughts spiraled into chaos. This figure was one he had never encountered in the wars of the past. Unrecorded. Unknown. Neither devil, nor angel, nor dragon.
"Urgh… no…!" he gasped, his voice breaking.
"I… I don't intend to die here…!"
At that moment—
A foot stopped right in front of him.
Kokabiel froze.
Slowly, his body shaking, he lifted his face. His gaze met the black-armored figure—Cheon Ma—standing tall, with no anger in sight.
Only cold calm.
"Y-you—" Kokabiel opened his mouth, whether to beg or to curse, even he didn't know.
He never got the chance.
Srek.
The blade pierced straight through his head, cleanly.
In a fraction of a second, Kokabiel's life was severed.
Jun withdrew his sword.
The fallen angel's body twitched once, then evaporated into particles of light, dispersing into the air like ash carried by the wind. Nothing remained—no corpse, no trace.
As if his very existence had been erased.
Silence enveloped the battlefield.
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