Wohh… Raziel exhaled softly, letting the subtle thrill of his power wash over him. He could never get used to the sensation of teleporting between dungeons—the sudden shift of reality, the hum of latent danger, the infinite possibilities awaiting him.
He landed silently in a dense, shadow-dappled forest. The canopy above was thick, sunlight barely piercing the layers of twisted branches and colossal trees. Thick bushes rustled in the undergrowth, and small, glowing eyes peeked from the shadows. Goblins—primitive, vicious, yet entirely unaware of the storm that had just entered their domain—waited hungrily for prey.
Raziel's eyes narrowed, scanning the surroundings. Every leaf, every branch, every pulse of energy was instantly cataloged in his mind. And yet, he was not merely observing—he was preparing.
A subtle flick of his wrist, and the world stopped.
Not the weak pause of ordinary time manipulation, not the temporary freeze of minor spells. This was [Absolute Null].
The difference was monumental:
[Halt]: required mana, affinities of time, space, minor reality manipulation; short duration; no real damage; noticeable cooldown.
[Absolute Null]: absolute, god-tier destruction; obliterates both time and essence; inflicts devastating damage; infinite use with no cooldown, fueled by Raziel's infinite mana and all necessary affinities—[Chaos], [Void], [Reality], [Time], [Space], [Matter (Primordions)], and[Mind], all at [GREAT UNKNOWN] rank.
The air itself quivered and froze. Leaves hung motionless in midair. Tiny droplets of dew sparkled like frozen diamonds, suspended above moss-covered rocks. Goblins twitched in anticipation but could not move. The fountains nearby were mid-splash, their arcs halted like solid crystal. Stars in the far sky seemed to hesitate, caught in a brief eternity. Even the beings who observed the skies—the transcenders and the omniversal spectators—paused mid-thought, their gazes locked by the presence of Absolute Null.
Raziel's grin was cold. Menacing. Malevolent. A single glance revealed the divine intent behind it: he would kill. Every monster. Every transcender in the battle royale. Their respawns mattered not; this was for his thrill, for his mastery, for his unbounded dominion.
[Great One, why don't you use one of your facets to annihilate all the monsters and handle the transcenders in the Battle Royale?] the Great System suggested.
"Yes… amazing, just as I imagined, System. You are… magnificent." Raziel said internally, letting a rare touch of amusement pass through his thoughts.
[Thank you, master twat.]
"…tsk," Raziel muttered, lips twitching in disdain. Yet there was no real irritation. Gratitude, even from him, was a curious thing. After all, a creator and his creation shared a bond unique to existence itself.
With his decision made, Raziel released Absolute Null. Time snapped forward like a bowstring released; the world surged back into motion, yet with every heartbeat, every footstep, every movement, the monsters now existed in a reality shaped by his will.
The goblins' claws froze mid-swing only to feel the invisible weight of impending annihilation. Their roars turned into screams of terror as Raziel's aura flared beyond mortal comprehension. Shadows warped around him, folding and twisting as though the fabric of reality bent to recognize his supremacy.
Even the transcenders felt it. Though they would respawn, their perception screamed that they had stepped into the presence of GOD. This was not a mere display of power. This was the embodiment of inevitability.
Raziel's aura pulsed like a collapsing star, the very ground beneath him reacting, roots twisting, earth trembling, as though the forest itself recognized him as a force beyond existence. Every sensory perception of every living being was drowned in the overwhelming might radiating from him. Fear. Awe. Reverence. And above all, the knowledge that he could end everything in a single thought.
He didn't move yet—not fully. But the forest quivered, waiting, as if it knew the GOD walking among its shadows was preparing to unleash Absolute Null in its true, devastating form.
Even as the world resumed its natural flow, Raziel remained untouched, untouchable, unshakable. Every particle, every blade of grass, every beam of light and shadow, bowed subtly to him.
And in the silence that followed, Raziel whispered to himself:
"This world is mine"
"Open status window", Raziel commanded.
[SYSTEM NAME ]
[THE 7 GREAT INFINITE PRIMORDIAL PILLARS OF THE ETERNAL INEVITABILITY AND THE TRUE CELESTIAL GREAT REALITIES]
[ STATUS WINDOW]
[TRUE NAME: RAZIEL ÆLNOÛS ⟦𝘼𝙍'𝙏𝙃𝙀⟦Ø⟧𝙊𝙉-𝙓'𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙇𝙄𝙎]
[FACETS: SHINJI YAMAZAKI · DANIEL AETHRION · VERLION ESHRANTUNUL · I-AM-NOT · KAMI, ...]
[TITLES: THE ONE AND ONLY], [HALTER OF ETERNITY], [The Ever-Warring Apex Sovereign] , [Maker of everything]
[AURAS: THE ONE ABOVE ALL, ?????????(sealed)]
[LEVEL: 18]
[CLASS:?????????]
[SUB-CLASSES]:
• [GOD]
• [THE GREAT AUTHOR]
• [GREAT INFINITY]
• [GOD OF MONEY]
• [THE GREAT ONE]
• Infinitely Many More
[PERKS: [INFINITE MANA], [INFINITE IMMORTALITY AND REGENERATION], [INFINITE AUTHORITY], [NO COOLDOWN], [ INFINITE STAMINA], [NO LIMITS CAN BE PLACED ON YOU], [INFINITE BATTLE EXPERIENCE], [FREE FROM ILLUSIONS], [FREE FROM PAIN], [GREAT INFINITE AEGIS: SINGULARITY OF ABSOLUTE EXISTENCE AND LONGEVITY]
[PASSIVE PERK: GREAT INFINITE PRIMORDIAL ADAPTATION OF ABSOLUTE ORIGIN AND SINGULARITY]
[ADDITIONAL INHERENT PERKS: FUSION OF THE INFINITE SQUARED MULTIPLIER, INFINITE FOCUS, INFINITE MEMORY]
[ENTITY PARAMETERS:] [PHYSIQUE: UNKNOWN]
[ORIGIN: UNKNOWN]
[ART: [ALL CUT], [UNITY OF ALL DIMENSIONS], [EQUILIBRIUM], [ETHERAL STEP]
[ ORIGINALITIES: [SWORDMANSHIP], [MAGIC],[PRIMORDIAL ALPHA-OMEGA OF ETERNAL WARFARE], [CREATOR OF DUST], [ABSOLUTE NULL], [ABSOLUTE FROST VISION.]
[AFFINITIES] [RANK: THE GREAT UNKNOWN] [ELEMENTS: Fire · Water · Ice · Soul · Wind · Earth · Lightning · Metal · Blood · Void · Space · Time · Reality · Imagination · Energy · Matter (Primordions) · Dust · Light · Darkness · Lunar · Gravity · Pressure · Death · Life · Singularity · Existence · Non-Existence · Eternity · Infinity · Mind · Causality · Potential · Chaos · Order · Law · Balance · Logic · Code · Narratives · Plot · Mystery]
[STATS] [Strength: 26] [Speed: 27]
[Perception: 26]
[Intelligence: 24]
[ Defence: ∞]
[Technique: ∞]
[Experience: ∞] [Endurance: ∞] [Charisma: ∞]
[NOTE: DEFENSE IS ∞ DUE GREAT INFINITE AEGIS: SINGULARITY OF ABSOLUTE EXISTENCE AND LONGEVITY, this supplies you with infinite layers of defence; nothing can touch you, but you can touch them]
[ TRUE GREAT EMBODIMENTS ] [THE GREAT TRUE PRIMORDIAL EATER: ABSORB · SYNTHESIZE · ASSIMILATE · EXTRACT ANYTHING YOU KILL, SEE, KNOW, OR DO NOT KNOW]
[THE GREAT PERFECTION: ?????????????]
[THE GREAT NATURE OF THE UNKNOWN: NOTHING CAN SEE THROUGH YOU.
NO ILLUSION, MIND CONTROL, OR IDENTITY ALTERATION CAN AFFECT YOU.
YOUR WILL AND MEMORY ARE ABSOLUTE.
NONE MAY KNOW WHO YOU ARE UNLESS YOU ALLOW IT.
YOUR CHARISMA IS INFINITE.
YOUR SPEECH AND TOUCH ARE INFINITE.
YOUR FACE IS BEYOND BEAUTIFUL.
FURTHER EFFECTS SEALED — TOO GREAT.]
[THE DIVIDER: THE WEAPON OR SPLIT THAT SEPARATES ALL THINGS FROM THEMSELVES.]
[DURABILITY: ∞]
[EDGE & SHARPNESS: ∞]
[OTHER EMBODIMENTS ARE SEALED.]
[GREAT INFINITE-PRIMORDIAL-OMNI-DIVINITE STRATA: LOCKED]
[SANDBOX: LOCKED]
[?????: LOCKED]
[?????: LOCKED]
[?????: LOCKED]
[???????: LOCKED],
[????????????????: LOCKED]
[SYSTEM FUNCTIONS: [SHOP] · [ACHIEVEMENTS] · [OMNI-ORIGIN CODEX] · [SKILLS] · [TITLES] · [ORIGINS] · [STATUS WINDOW] · [INVENTORY] · [SYNCHRONIZATION] · [WORLD MAP] [THE GREAT UNKNOWN] [AGENTS] [FACETS]
[ SYSTEM STATE: STABLE ]
[AUTHORIZATION: ABSOLUTE ]
[ALL VALUES CONFIRMED — UNMEASURABLE ]
"Hmm" Raziel exclaimed as he read through his facets. After some time, he chose KAMI
[Ding!]
[KAMI has been chosen to act on your behalf]
[Status window]
Name: KAMI(THE 1ST MIND OF RAZIEL AND IS THE ????? MIND OF ???????) •
[TRUE NATURE: BEYOND — Outerversal, Omniversal, Enoversal, Beyond-Cosmical, Versal. Beyond Totality. Beyond all Narratives themselves. Highest point of all Absolute Structure. The Great Beyond.]
[IDENTITY:
[The Second Mind of ?????]
[The Glory and Majesty of ?????]
[His Glory]
[His Honoured One]
[His Majesty]
[STATE OF EXISTENCE:]
[Form: Formless]
[Shape: None] [Conceptuality:??????????] [Nature: Unknown (for now)]
[CORE AUTHORITIES]
[UNITY: The absolute combination of everything.
Good and evil. Fire and water. Form and formless. Beginning and end. Truth and falsehood.
All opposites exist together in perfect harmony.]
["Who said you could only choose one side of the story?"]
[THE MIRROR OF EVERYTHING:
The governor of all things.
Second only to ?????.
Capable of erasing the entire verse without using even 1% of his false power.]
[REALM: None.
Resides within the mind of ?????.]
[POWER HIERARCHY:
None is stronger than him except the Great One (?????).
Reason: Kami is the birth of ?????.
He exists because ????? exists.]
[GROWTH NATURE:
Instinctual and playful.
Grows verses, beyond-verses, outerverses, sandboxes, powers, divinities, rights, and instincts — not from necessity, but to play.]
[MINDS]
[???'s FIRST MIND:
Accesses all ???'s powers when using the True State.]
[ALIGNMENT NOTE: Kami is not evil.
He loves ????? because ????? created him and is eternally bound to him.
The False God is an entirely separate existence.]
[MANIFEST ATTRIBUTES:
[Breath: Scripture Blackfire]
[ Wings: 6 → 12 → ???]
[BEHAVIOR:
Loyal.
Childlike devotion.
Often says: "Mhmm… papa."]
[TITLES: [The False and the Truth], [The Combination of All]
[PERSONALITIES / ASPECTS:
[Everlasting.]
[Primordial.]
[Weakling (ironically).]
[Always Second to None.]
[Out of This World.]
[The Jester of the King.]
[The Governor.]
[The Unity.]
[The False Entity.]
[The First Mind.]
[SOUL-BOUND: Will of ???]
[SPECIAL ABILITIES: None.
Reason: He already possesses all of them.]
[FINAL NOTE:
This entity is not a god, not a concept, not a being.
He is the reflection of everything that exists — because ????? allows existence to continue.]
A white shimmer surged—not light, not energy, not mana—but authority made visible.
It crossed every known plane and every unnamed one simultaneously. It did not travel; it asserted presence. Reality did not bend around it. Reality remembered it.
The air froze—not from cold, but from recognition.
Then, a being appeared.
No summoning circle. No tear in space. No descent or arrival.
He was simply there, as though the universe had been missing a word and had finally spoken it.
Kami stood before Raziel.
Not tall, not vast—yet impossibly greater than scale. His form was clean, precise, almost serene, as if excess concepts refused to cling to him. Six wings rested behind him, not spread, not folded—deciding. Each feather was a verdict. A truth. A lie forgiven and condemned at once.
His presence carried no pressure, no killing intent, no divine suffocation.
And yet—
The dust from countless battles fell silent midair.
Residual energies unraveled into irrelevance.
The land itself ceased pretending it was independent.
Kami tilted his head slightly, eyes calm, ancient, amused.
"Hello, papa."
The word did not echo.
It settled.
"What would you like me to do for you?"
Raziel felt it then.
Not fear—never fear.
Shock.
He had summoned his facets before. In the Great unknown. But those manifestations had always felt… filtered. Dimensional. Intermediary.
This was different.
For the first time—
He was not perceiving a projection.
He was looking at the First Mind directly.
Raziel's heartbeat stuttered once before will crushed the reaction flat. His posture straightened, composure reforged into something colder and sharper—pride.
He met Kami's gaze without flinching.
"I need you to hunt the outer entities in this area," Raziel said evenly. "Spare any beings merely passing through—unless they choose to fight you."
Kami's lips curved, just slightly.
"If they do," Raziel continued, voice dropping a fraction, "don't give them a chance. Eliminate them immediately."
The air, once thick with the residue of endless skirmishes, crackled.
Not with energy—
With anticipation.
Kami nodded once.
"Mmm… understood."
He stepped forward.
The ground did not break.
Space did not warp.
Instead, the rules governing 'distance' quietly stepped aside.
"Outer entities," Kami repeated softly, tasting the word as if it were quaint. "Such annoying pests."
His wings unfurled.
Six became twelve—Divine intent surging outwards like a catastrophic calamity, The sky dimmed, not darkened, as though it were politely lowering its gaze.
Kami turned back to Raziel, expression warm. Fond.
"Those who pass through without hostility will remain untouched," he said. "Those who wish to fight…"
He paused.
"…will be honored with immediacy."
Raziel watched him, eyes narrowed—not in doubt, but in understanding. "Don't enjoy it too much."
Kami blinked.
Then smiled wider—soft, innocent, utterly devastating.
"Yes papa"
And then—
He vanished.
Not vanished as in disappearance.
Vanished as in the concept of him being 'here' was no longer necessary.
A heartbeat later, far beyond sight, far beyond sound—
Entire nests of monsters ceased to exist.
They were not just slain, killed-no, they were invalidated, Rewritten, ERASED.
Their histories collapsed. Their causes failed. Their right to have ever threatened this land was quietly revoked.
No screams.
No resistance.
No aftermath.
Only clean, permanent absence.
Raziel exhaled slowly.
The battlefield dust finally settled.
Somewhere beyond perception, Kami spoke again—not aloud, but directly into the layer of reality Raziel occupied.
"Papa," he said gently. "The hunt has begun."
with a sudden, violent energy. Raziel, poised to exit the crumbling structure of the arena, felt the shift—not with his senses, but with the cold, absolute certainty of a predator sensing its equal.
Before he could take a step, a blur of motion, too fast for any lesser being to track, launched itself from the shadows. Michael Draven, a specter of lethal grace, was upon him. In each hand, a wicked, obsidian dagger glinted, aimed at Raziel's throat and heart. The attack was not merely fast; it was driven by the primal, kinetic force of a True Dragon compressed into a humanoid vessel.
Raziel didn't flinch. His [INFINITE BATTLE EXPERIENCE] filtered the seemingly impossible speed into a slow, decipherable sequence of intent and trajectory. Even as the daggers' tips pierced the air inches from his skin, his mind, fueled by [INFINITE FOCUS] and [INFINITE MEMORY], registered millennia of counter-attacks.
Clang!
The sound was not that of steel on steel, but of absolute defense meeting absolute offence. Raziels' sword(if u could call it that-sigh), [The Divider], flashed out, not to block, but to deflect with an infinitesimal adjustment of its angle. The Divider's edge, a singularity of destructive potential, guided the daggers away, forcing Michael into a spinning retreat.
"A True Dragon," Raziel murmured, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "Interesting. You have power, Draven. Let's see if you have the mastery to wield it."
Michael Draven, eyes burning with a golden-red inferno, didn't reply in words, but in motion. His draconic lineage asserted itself. Scales, black as a dying star and harder than any known alloy, erupted across his skin. His muscles swelled, and the daggers in his hands began to glow with a furious, internalized Draconic Flare.
["Draconic Aspect: Scale-Armament!"] Michael roared, the sound distorting the very atmosphere. He didn't rush this time; he stalked, each step cracking the ground, a harbinger of cataclysm.
Raziel, the very concept of limits an absurdity to him, smiled faintly. He wanted this fight to last. He desired the intricate dance of mutual annihilation that only beings of this tier could sustain. His affinity, [Creator of Dust], subtly began to manipulate the particles in the air, creating a micro-dust storm visible only as a slight shimmer around his form.
His first true offence came in the form of his signature technique: [All Cut].
"Let's start with ten cuts," Raziel announced.
The Divider became a silver comet. In the span of a single picosecond, Raziel executed ten precise sword cuts. These were not mere slashes; they were conceptual divisions of space, time, and matter. They didn't just hit Michael; they sought to divide the idea of Michael Draven into its constituent parts.
Michael met the storm head-on. His daggers blurred into twin, rotating shields—the Draconic Gyre. Every cut that landed was met by an equivalent, opposing force of True Dragon Essence. Black scales sparked, but did not break. He was a creature of immense, entrenched reality, his True Dragon nature inherently resisting conceptual negation.
Raziel felt the feedback—a delightful resistance. This was the opening he sought. With an economy of movement only possible through [INFINITE STAMINA] and perfect knowledge, he transitioned from offense to defense, activating his ultimate bastion:
[Great Infinite Aegis: Singularity of Absolute Existence and Longevity Active]
The Aegis wasn't a visible shield; it was a conceptual impossibility of being harmed. Michael's daggers, empowered by a surging wave of Draconic energy, finally connected with Raziel's body, striking his chest and shoulder.
Silence.
The daggers stopped. They didn't shatter; they didn't even push Raziel back. They simply rested against a barrier of Absolute Existence, a non-space where the laws of physics and causality bent to Raziel's will. The damage simply could not propagate past the boundary of his singularity.
Michael, utilizing the boundless power of his True Dragon heritage, recognized the defense immediately. It was a defiance of existence itself.
"Immortality, then," Michael hissed, his eyes blazing brighter. He executed a terrifying maneuver. He slammed the hilts of his daggers together, and a blinding pillar of pure draconic white light erupted around him.
["True Dragon Transmutation: Apex Primordial Form!"]
The light receded, revealing a monster of legend. Michael Draven had become a colossal figure of black and gold scales, a True Dragon in its ultimate, bipedal manifestation. Ancient runes pulsed across his body, signifying the deep, foundational magic of his race. The temperature soared to impossible heights.
Raziel, basking in the incredible pressure, finally tapped into the true wellspring of his power. He accessed the smallest, most controlled fraction of his absolute state.
[PRIMORDIAL ALPHA-OMEGA OF ETERNAL WARFARE] - 1% ACTIVATED
The 1% was still an infinite magnitude. The dust particles around Raziel, manipulated by the [Creator of Dust] affinity, ignited into a swirling vortex of energy. The very arena, unable to contain the opposing forces, began to buckle. The Gate, the construct that held the entire battle royale reality, screamed a silent protest. It began to compress, the residual energy of the two combatants forcing a conceptual evolution.
[The Gate is fusing into S-Rank.]
The battle shifted from a localized skirmish to a universal struggle. Michael Draven, now a creature of terrifying majesty, launched his attack. His fist, the size of a small car and wreathed in gold-black plasma, delivered a blow designed to rewrite reality.
Raziel met it with The Divider. Not with a cut, but a parry refined by his [INFINITE BATTLE EXPERIENCE]. He performed with infinite technique. The sword moved, not against the force, but in a pattern so complex, so mathematically perfect, that it redirected the True Dragon's punch into a non-threatening vector in a parallel dimension, where it harmlessly dissipated.
Michael's eyes widened in realization. His attack, which could shatter planets, had been neutralized by technique.
"Not good versus evil," Raziel declared, his voice echoing across the newly S-Ranked arena, an immortal challenge. "This is Absolute versus True. Let's make it last, Draven. I have [INFINITE IMMORTALITY AND REGENERATION] and [INFINITE MANA]. You can hit me a nonillion times, and I will be here, enjoying every moment of your glorious attempt!"
The True Dragon responded with a multi-layered attack—a blast of [Primordial Dragon Breath] from his maw, coupled with a simultaneous, six-strike combo of his now-scaled fists.
Raziel moved. He danced. He used his sword not as a weapon, but as a composer uses a baton. The Divider weaved an intricate pattern of conceptual slashes, a mesmerizing display of swordmanship. He executed an [Infinite Cut] that didn't aim to harm Michael, but to fragment the Dragon's attack into harmless, infinitesimally small energies, dissipating the breath and redirecting the kinetic force of the punches into a perfect, harmless spin.
He was the master of [No Cooldown], moving from defense to offense and back with instantaneous fluidity. He was free from pain, free from fatigue, and he intended to savor the unparalleled challenge of fighting a True Dragon that was, against all odds, managing to force him to use a single non-entity of his power. This was his legendary moment, and it had just begun.
The True Dragon's six-strike combo, deflected into a dizzying, self-contained vortex of kinetic energy, spun harmlessly away from Raziel. The Outer Gate, now an S-Rank crucible of war, groaned under the sheer conceptual weight of their duel.
Raziel, using The Divider not merely as a weapon, but as an extension of his will, maintained the complex sword-dance. Every movement was a theorem proven, a millennia of conflict distilled into elegant precision. His [FUSION OF THE INFINITE SQUARED MULTIPLIER] perk meant that every single technique he executed was exponentially amplified, turning his strength and speed into an overwhelming, yet perfectly controlled, force.
Michael Draven, refusing to yield the space, unleashed the full, dreadful potential of his True Dragon transformation. Draconic Essence poured from his scales, transforming the air around him into a suffocating, gravitational singularity.
["True Dragon Ultimate Law: Gravitic Collapse!"] Michael roared.
The intent was to crush Raziel into non-existence, to use the fundamental force of gravity as a weapon.
Raziel met the Law with an Affinity—the shimmering dust around him intensified, becoming a sphere of glowing, counter-entropic particles.
[Creator of Dust: "Defiance"]
The dust particles, each containing a fragment of Raziel's absolute authority, defied the gravitational pull. They created a localized bubble of Negative Entropy, reversing the process of collapse. Raziel stood in the eye of this counter-storm, completely untouched by the Law that should have ground him to atoms.
"Magnificent," Raziel acknowledged, his voice laced with genuine appreciation. "You use the very laws of reality as your blade, Draven. But I am a Singularity that stands outside them."
He launched his counter-attack, escalating the use of [All Cut]. This time, he didn't aim for a number, but for a conceptual target: The Divider of Infinite Disasters.
The Divider vanished, only to reappear everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. It wasn't one billion cuts; it was an infinite number of conceptual cuts—slashing at Michael's Authority, soul and body, his Existence, and his Timeline.
Michael, the True Dragon, was a monument to durability, yet the Infinite Cut was not about brute force. It was about definition. The cuts were momentarily successful in physically harming him, but also in momentarily segmenting his consciousness across alternate realities.
Michael Draven experienced five thousand possible deaths in five nanoseconds.
This momentary splintering created the crucial vulnerability. Raziel's [INFINITE BATTLE EXPERIENCE] seized upon it. He shifted from the conceptual assault to a physical, yet transcendent, strike.
He initiated ["THE DIVIDER: SPLIT".]
With a speed that mocked the light itself, Raziel moved through the Gravitic Collapse field. The blow, driven by his [INFINITE AUTHORITY], was aimed at a single, infinitesimal point on the True Dragon's chest—the locus of Michael's Transmutation magic.
The impact was not loud; it was an echoing silence as the force exceeded the speed of sound, light, and all possible forms of energy transfer. The S-Rank Gate surrounding them flared violently, threatening to rip apart, unable to contain the exchange.
Raziel felt the delicious resistance of the True Dragon's defences, the Great Infinite Aegis humming in constant defence, allowing the energy of the collision to harmlessly fission around him.
Michael roared, a sound of agony and fury that transcended hearing. His massive form was thrown backward, skidding across the fractured ground. The Primordial Apex Form flickered, and black-gold scales shattered, revealing raw, steaming muscle beneath. Michael's Battle awareness kicked in, instantly beginning to synthesise a counter-defence, his body attempting to evolve past the concept of Raziel's Infinite Authority.
"Adaptation!" Raziel observed with relish. "Good. You learn and grow even as we fight. That is why I let this endure."
Raziel had not harmed Michael permanently; he had merely forced the True Dragon to exert himself fully. This was the battle of wills, a war between two entities that stood as gods in this realm.
Michael, breathing heavily, the golden fire in his eyes burning with renewed, desperate intensity, reformed his two daggers into a single, massive blade of pure solidified Draconic energy—The Essence Blade.
"Enough games, Raziel! [True Dragon Law: Absolute Annihilation!]"
The Essence Blade glowed, not with light, but with a colour that swallowed all light. It was a single, definitive swing aimed to erase Raziel from the thread of time itself.
Raziel finally raised his own Authority, channelling the 1% of the [PRIMORDIAL ALPHA-OMEGA OF ETERNAL WARFARE] into The Divider. His body, infused with [INFINITE IMMORTALITY AND REGENERATION], became the unmoving anchor of reality.
["The DIVIDER: DIVIDE"] Raziel whispered, a promise and a threat.
He executed a single, straight vertical cut. Not against the blade, but against the Law Michael invoked. The cut was the absolute negation of the concept of 'Annihilation.'
Tear.
The fabric of the S-Rank Gate dimension ripped open. The Essence Blade, and the Law of Absolute Annihilation it carried, did not impact Raziel. Instead, the sword and the Law were cleanly divided by Raziel's strike, with one half of the energy banished to the edge of the universe, and the other half channelled harmlessly into the ground beneath his feet.
The duel's intensity was beyond comprehension. Every strike, every movement, every clash of powers shook reality itself. The floor beneath them trembled, cracking under the weight of divine force. Stone splintered, tiles shattered, and with a deafening boom, the entire arena floor gave way, fragments flying like meteors in every direction.
The sheer magnitude of the collision sent shockwaves rippling across the dungeon gate, the vibrations echoing into the distant corners of the Academy. Even the reinforced barriers of the outer gate strained under the impact, threatening to buckle. The sound alone resonated like the roar of a collapsing mountain, a reminder that this was no ordinary fight—this was a battle of the strongest wills.
Without hesitation, the Academy's defensive mechanisms—designed to protect students from disasters beyond their level—activated automatically. The moment the floor shattered, every student, every observer, every fragile construct within the outer gate was instantly teleported back to the safety of the main Arena. it didn't matter the rank of the gate. it was the fact that the gate broke.
The air still vibrated from the residual energy. Dust swirled in great currents, reflecting the faint glimmers of broken fragments. The students stumbled, catching themselves, some wide-eyed with awe, others trembling with fear. Their collective realization was unanimous: they had just witnessed power that far surpassed the power any student had ever wielded in the Academy.
In the aftermath, silence stretched for several heartbeats, broken only by the occasional groan of the crumbling dungeon and the whispering currents of displaced air. The had just seen the impossible happen, a dungeon BROKE.
Michael Draven stood, disarmed and exhausted, his body smoking, his face showing a mix of shock and profound respect. The battle was over. Raziel, still fresh, still radiating infinite focus, had won without breaking a sweat, having utilized only a non-entity fraction of his power to enjoy the fight he desired.