Instantly, Dante moved.
His body tore through the air, flying straight toward Gabriel. The moment he appeared right in front of him, Dante swung his sword with full force.
"Gravity Magic: Heavy Infighting Gladiator."
Yet, in front of Gigan, everything seemed to move frame by frame.
With just a slight tilt of his body—almost without stepping—Gabriel dodged, the blade slicing past him, barely ruffling the lingering pale mist.
His three pairs of pale white wings beat in unison. Gabriel shot away at high speed. At the same time, the pages of his Grimoire in digital form flipped several times, glowing intensely.
Within less than half a second, Dante swung his left hand.
"Gravity Magic: Evil God's Pressure Craft."
In an instant, the rocks beneath him were violently lifted by gravitational pressure.
The mass of stone was brutally compressed, carved into a colossal sword, and hurled toward Gabriel.
Gabriel's Grimoire finally came to a stop.
[- Dark Matter Magic: Raguel Schneidwelle des Leerenlichts -]
{Translate: Dark Matter Magic: Raguel Cutting Wave of the Void Light.}
The pale shovel was swung.
SLASH…!!! SLASH…!!! SLASH…!!!
A flurry of pale white Mana slashes shot forward, layered and overlapping, slicing the stone swords into jagged fragments.
But before the debris could fully fall, Dante emerged from the wreckage, tearing through dust and shards of rock. The curved sword in his hand swung with lethal intent.
There was no time to evade.
Gabriel instantly enveloped his body with his three pairs of pale white wings.
SLASH…!!!
BOOOOM…!!!
A deafening roar shook the air as Dante's curved sword slammed into the wings. The accompanying gravitational pressure erupted outward, sending Gabriel hurtling backward.
His body was thrown nearly two hundred meters, crashing into the ground and sliding across the snowy surface, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Dust and snow swirled violently into the air.
When he finally came to a stop, the powerful flapping of his wings cleared the surrounding debris. The three pairs of pale white wings unfolded once more.
At the same time, the pages of Gabriel's digital Grimoire flipped several times.
[- Dark Matter Magic: Haniel Umgestaltung des Leerenlichts -]
{Translate: Dark Matter Magic: Haniel Void Light Transformation.}
In the sky, ten of the seventy Beetles were reconstructed with just a fraction of his focus.
In less than half a second, the ten beetles collapsed. Their bodies disintegrated into puffs of pale white mist, stripped of form and reshaped.
The mist weaved together, condensing into hundreds of sharp, hollow, glimmering feathers. In the next instant, the entire volley of blades dove in unison toward Dante.
A hail of feathers struck him relentlessly, swirling to encase his body like a pale white tornado. Flesh, bone, and blood were shredded repeatedly—torn, pulverized, and obliterated.
Yet every act of destruction only fueled acceleration. Dante's regeneration intensified—faster, more brutal with each cycle.
"Hahahaha…!!! Again…!!! Again…!!!" he roared, his laughter echoing from the continuously reforming body. "Entertain me more!!!"
With a devilish grin etched clearly on his face, Dante spread his arms wide.
"Gravity Magic: Gravity Singularity."
The gravitational field collapsed into a single point.
Immense pressure slammed down, forming a massive crater and swallowing everything. The storm of pale white feathers was obliterated instantly, erased by the spreading singularity that tore through a fifty-meter radius.
The air twisted. Light warped.
And at the center of the devastation, Dante remained standing, laughing.
The next instant, Gabriel surged toward Dante.
The pale white shovel swung in a horizontal slash infused with Mana. The air split as it cut through. Dante sidestepped half a step, countering with a swing of his curved sword.
Yet—
Gabriel reacted faster.
At nearly zero distance, the pages of his digital Grimoire flipped once more, then halted.
[- Dark Matter Magic: Final Michael Endschneide des Leerenlichts -]
{Translate: Dark Matter Magic: Final Michael End cut of the Void Light.}
Gabriel twisted his body—but the trajectory of the slash shifted mid-motion.
This was no longer just an Endschneide, nor an ordinary magical slash.
Within his body, Gabriel forced the flow of Mana and Ki into perfect synchronization, emulating the principles of Zetten he had observed when watching Asta use Ki—though it was still not entirely flawless.
He did not release the magic outward.
Instead, the power was built entirely within his own body.
Mana compressed. Ki directed. And then everything focused into his arm—into a single point of the slash.
In a fraction of a second, the Dark Matter reacted to that internal pressure, forming a thin yet absolute blade of void-light.
The slash was unleashed.
Not an explosion. Not a wave.
But a death precisely cut.
An attack that, even if not yet perfect, delivered nearly a hundredfold the destructive force of a normal Endschneide—because the power did not leak outward; it was concentrated entirely into a single moment of death.
Dante blocked it with his curved sword.
CLANG—!!
But in the next fraction of a second, the sword split in two.
At the same time, Dante's body was cleaved cleanly by Gabriel's magical slash at point-blank range.
Blood spurted—then froze.
A long, jagged grin, almost tearing across his face, appeared on Dante's lips. His body pulsed as cells rapidly reassembled themselves, healing almost instantly.
"Hahaha…"
Dante's laughter erupted, low and tinged with madness.
"Truly an impressive magic!"
He spread his arms slightly, as if welcoming the pain he had just endured.
Then, Dante's Grimoire flipped its pages.
He raised his hand high.
A dense, black sphere formed—solid, heavy, pressing against the surrounding space, causing the air to creak and the snow to collapse toward him.
"Gravity Magic: Gravity Singularity."
Then, Dante hurled the black sphere from point-blank range.
In Gigan's perception, everything moved like separate frames—slow, measured, fully exposed. Gabriel only tilted his body slightly.
The black sphere passed by.
Yet its impact still struck.
The right wing of Gabriel's pale white wings was shredded—torn and compressed until crushed, the pale feathers scattering and being sucked into the lingering pull of gravity.
The black sphere continued its flight.
The snowy ground beneath it ripped apart like wet fabric. A trail of destruction was etched long and deep, snow and stone compressed together, before the sphere pierced a distant snow-covered mountain.
In an instant—
The mountain's peak collapsed into itself.
There was no explosion.
Only the sound of a long crack, followed by the mass of rock and ice being drawn into a single point, disappearing—leaving a dark void surrounded by layers of compressed stone, as if the mountain had been crushed by invisible hands.
The shockwave swept across the surrounding area.
Snow within a radius of hundreds of meters was lifted into the air, trees snapped and were ripped from their roots, while the ground cracked, forming circular patterns centered along the path of the Singularity.
On the other side—
Even with his wings damaged, Gabriel did not falter.
The effect of Mana Zone kept him standing in midair, as if the space itself was supporting his presence. With a single breath, the scattered white feathers regrew.
In an instant, all three pairs of wings were fully restored, beating gently amidst the snowstorm and debris.
At that very moment—
The battle truly began.
Gravity raged, and Dark Matter screamed, colliding violently in the air. Every step Dante took shattered the ground, every movement of Gabriel sliced through reality itself.
The sky trembled.
Distant mountains slowly crumbled, snow fell like ash, and the terrain around them transformed into a disaster zone—a battlefield where the laws of the world no longer held sway.
***
Thirty minutes had passed.
Now, Gabriel and Dante faced each other.
Gabriel's appearance was almost unchanged. His clothes remained neat, his breathing steady, and his body showed no trace of injury—as if the half-hour battle had never touched him.
Yet, inwardly, Gabriel felt the mental strain taking its toll.
On the other hand, Dante's body could no longer be called human. Thanks to Magic Body, his form had grown abnormally—giant and intimidating.
A single grip of his hand equaled the size of Gabriel's entire body, his muscles and flesh swollen by demonic power, far beyond any semblance of humanity.
Around them, the battlefield was no longer fit to be called a human arena.
Craters dozens of meters deep gaped in the ground.
Several snow-covered mountains had vanished entirely—not collapsed, but erased, obliterated by the pressure of gravity and the distortion of existence.
Layer upon layer of gravitational fields pressed against the space from all directions. Yet strangely, rocks floated in the air, spinning slowly, as if the laws of gravity itself had lost all consistency.
Amid the chaos, twenty pale-white, horned beetles the size of tanks—creations of Gabriel's Dark Matter—hovered, moving in perfect coordination, targeting, firing, and locking down space like a silent army.
Dante extended his right hand toward Gabriel.
"Ash," he said, his voice heavy with conviction, "you are strong."
He grinned, his expression loaded with ambition.
"I know… a being like you must find this world terribly boring."
Dante's gaze hardened.
"So join me," he continued, calm yet firm. "Join the Dark Triad."
Gabriel remained silent, staring at the outstretched hand. Dante waited—for the first time—without hurry, without force.
A moment later, behind the face veiled by Gabriel's pale mist—the Gigan illusion still maintained—his lips curved into a thin, almost meaningless smile.
He exhaled softly, so gently it was as if the void itself had swallowed the breath.
The pages of his Grimoire, in digital form, spun rapidly, one after another, before finally coming to a halt.
[- Dark Matter Magic: Creation Archive Room -]
In an instant, the twenty pale-white horned beetles collapsed into a mist of empty light, then were sucked into the digital Grimoire—vanishing without a trace, as if they had never existed.
On the other side, Dante frowned.
A strange premonition crept through his mind, cold and intangible.
Then the voice came.
"My time… has ended," Gabriel said, his tone low and echoing, like a sound bouncing through a corridor with no end.
"Ash…"
He paused for a moment.
"…no longer has the right to persist in the mortal world."
As the words left his lips, Gabriel's existence quietly collapsed.
Silence followed.
Snow fell gently, as if the world itself were trying to cover the wound that had just been carved.
Dante stood alone.
"Lucifero," he said softly, "do you know something?"
"He's gone," the voice replied tersely. No mockery. No doubt.
Dante nodded slowly and lowered his hand. Gradually, his demonic form dimmed, his body returning to its original shape.
He gazed over the remnants of the devastation.
"Truly…" he murmured, a faint smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "A troublesome… and mysterious being.
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Author's note:
So... how was it? Gabriel vs. Dante's fight, and I'll also show you Gabriel's spells one by one, complete with English translations.
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