"What's going on…? Why did everything suddenly go quiet like this?"
Cheon Ma—Jun—slowly turned his head, the gaze of his black helmet sweeping across the frozen battlefield. Devils, humans, exorcists—not a single one moved. It was as if the world itself was holding its breath.
"Oh. Right. That's true."
His tone was casual, almost careless, completely mismatched with someone who had just executed a high-class fallen angel.
Jun lowered his gaze to the cracked ground. He could still feel the residual vibrations of magic—traces of the city-annihilation ritual Kokabiel had planted earlier. A conceptual bomb still active, merely waiting for the right moment to detonate.
"If I leave this alone, it'll be troublesome."
Without further ado, Jun raised one hand.
"Maw."
The Sacred Gear responded instantly, its red-black aura pulsing faintly.
[Reverse!]
The change happened subtly—no explosion, no drama. The magic patterns on the ground began to shrink, the once-complex lines of light folding inward on themselves, like strands of thread forcibly reeled back to their center.
The destructive energy diminished… weakened… then vanished, as if it had never existed. The pressure in the air disappeared.
Jun lightly flicked his hand, as if he had just brushed off some dust. "All done."
Yet the silence remained.
Rias Gremory swallowed. The members of the ORC were still in combat stances. Xenovia gripped her sword tighter, Asia stood stiffly, and Issei… could only stare blankly at Jun, his mind clearly failing to catch up with what had just happened.
Jun let out a quiet sigh.
"Man, you guys… you're still ready to fight, huh?" he muttered. "Relax a bit. Kokabiel's already gone."
Inside, however, his thoughts were different.
At least the quest's finished.
And more importantly—he didn't have time to linger here. The Gleipnir binding Vali was not something he could trust to hold forever.
Staying too long would spell trouble.
That was when—
[Who are you?]
The heavy, resonant voice shattered the silence.
Everyone flinched.
Issei reflexively looked at the red gauntlet on his arm—the Boosted Gear. That voice wasn't his.
It was Ddraig.
The Red Dragon Emperor.
The air grew tense once more.
Ddraig rarely spoke openly, especially in front of so many people. He usually communicated only with his host. The fact that he spoke now made everyone realize—
this black-armored figure was being recognized as a serious threat.
Jun tilted his head slightly.
"Huh? Oh, you."
His tone… was casual. Far too casual.
"Didn't I already say it? I'm Cheon Ma."
[Who?] Ddraig repeated, his voice hardening. [I have never heard your name—not in the age of dragons, not in the Three-Faction War, nor in the records of Longinus.]
[And what Sacred Gear is that attached to your body?!]
Jun gave a small snort. "Heh…"
Maw's aura pulsed faintly, as if the entity itself were smiling.
[That power—absurd!] Ddraig continued. [Reversing phenomena, disrupting cause and effect, toying with concepts! That is already at the level of a Longinus!]
[And of the thirteen Longinus I know—not a single one possesses abilities like that!]
Jun turned toward Issei—more precisely, toward the red gauntlet.
"Seriously?" he said flatly "You say that, but you and Albion are monsters too."
Issei blinked.
"H-Hey…!?"
[Different!] Ddraig retorted quickly. [Albion and I boost, divide, and transcend power.]
[But your power—this violates order itself! Reversing things that are supposed to be absolute!]
Jun shrugged. "What do you want me to do? I didn't ask to get power like this either." He glanced around once more, making sure no threats remained. "I just want to survive."
Behind the black helmet, a thin smile formed—a smile unseen, yet somehow felt by everyone present.
But for anyone who had witnessed that exchange, one thing had become clear.
Cheon Ma's existence was an anomaly.
"Oops…" his voice sounded relaxed, almost careless. "Looks like I should get going."
Before anyone could react, the red-black aura around Jun pulsed. From the soles of his feet, a burst of energy formed—like a jet igniting briefly yet steadily.
Maw moved without needing further commands.
Jun's body lifted into the air, hovering for a moment above the ruined battlefield. In the blink of an eye, the black-armored figure shot into the night sky—piercing through the clouds, leaving Kuoh Academy behind, and vanishing completely.
No explosion.
No trace.
Only silence remained… and a faint pressure that slowly faded away.
...
The chaos of that night did not immediately subside, even though its source was gone.
Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri moved quickly. As heirs of noble devil clans, they compiled full reports—about Kokabiel, about Valper Galilei, about Excalibur… and most importantly, about the black-armored figure who called himself Cheon Ma.
The reports were sent to the Underworld.
To Sirzechs Lucifer and Serafall Leviathan.
And for the first time in a long while, the devil leadership did not reach an immediate conclusion.
Too many unrecorded variables.
Too many unanswered questions.
Elsewhere, Ddraig—the Red Dragon Emperor—fell silent.
Issei tried several times to speak to him, but all he received was heavy silence—something far more unsettling than shouting or anger.
For Ddraig, what he had witnessed that night was not merely power.
It was a violation of order.
And for a being as ancient as he was, such a thing… was not easy to accept.
Meanwhile, Xenovia Quarta made her decision.
After learning the truth about God, about the Church, and about the wars of the past—she no longer had a place to return to. As fate would have it, she chose to reincarnate as a devil, accepting Rias Gremory's outstretched hand as both atonement and a new path.
Not solely out of regret.
But because she needed a purpose.
And in a world where her faith had collapsed, becoming a devil felt… honest.
Life continued on.
Far away from there.
In a quiet area filled with maple trees, Jun sat cross-legged atop a large branch. A simple hut stood not far from him—a place where he rested, away from the clamor of the supernatural world.
The wind blew gently, rustling red-gold leaves.
Jun meditated.
His black armor was gone, Maw returned to its base form. Yet the aura around him remained calm—more dense, more controlled than before.
He wasn't just refining his cultivation technique.
He was stabilizing his synchronization with his Sacred Gear. Reorganizing his energy pathways after the Red Core surge. And—most importantly—preparing himself for something far greater.
That night had passed.
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