The mountain collided with Satan.
BOOOOOOM.
Stone exploded outward.
Entire sections of Zerathis shook from the impact.
But before the debris could even settle—
John moved.
He pushed himself off the ground—
And landed on top of the mountain.
The force—
Created a massive crater beneath it.
Then—
The mountain split apart.
Cleanly.
From within the rubble—
Satan emerged.
But something had changed.
His body began dissolving.
Not dying.
Transforming.
His physical form melted into pure demonic essence.
Dark mist.
Endless.
Shifting.
Only two crimson eyes remained visible.
And his size—
Grew.
Larger.
Larger.
Until the First Demon towered above the land itself.
The sky darkened completely.
Satan's voice thundered through the world.
"…You dare force my hand?"
The clouds split apart.
"The First Demon—"
He roared.
Birds fell from the sky instantly.
Animals below descended into madness—
turning on each other in frenzy.
The planet itself seemed afraid.
And yet—
John stood there.
Tiny in comparison.
Holding his black slime sword.
Pointing it upward.
"…Come."
Satan swung down a gigantic hand.
The pressure alone shattered mountains.
CLANG.
John blocked it.
With one hand.
"…True Sever."
A black slash flashed upward.
Satan's arm fell.
Severed instantly.
The First Demon roared in pain.
But slowly—
his arm began regenerating.
John looked unimpressed.
Then—
Another slash.
And another.
Both arms were severed again.
John launched himself upward into the sky.
"The bigger you are…"
He raised his blade toward the heavens.
"…the slower you get."
Energy gathered.
Compressed.
Not fire.
Not light.
Something denser.
The very concept of matter folded inward.
John imagined it through the Soul Circuit.
A collapsing star.
A dying sun consuming itself—
before detonation.
If a star collapses beneath its own mass—
the destruction becomes its own fuel.
John's blue eyes glowed through the cracks of his mask.
"…Nova."
Silence.
Then—
Pure white light engulfed everything.
Not burning.
Erasing.
Reducing everything to absolute zero energy.
The light became so bright—
Shadows vanished.
Sound died first.
Then—
the world went silent.
And afterward—
A single deafening rupture echoed across Zerathis.
The scream of matter tearing itself apart.
When the light faded—
Nothing remained where Satan had stood.
Only—
A massive perfect crater.
The ground itself had disintegrated.
Absolute destruction.
For a moment—
there was only silence.
Then—
Movement.
Satan's true body floated above the crater.
His lower half—
gone.
Only his upper torso remained.
Dark mist struggled to reconstruct itself.
Slowly regenerating.
Satan glared downward.
"…Damn you."
John descended calmly.
Landing near the edge of the crater.
"…You're hard to kill."
He rested the black slime sword on his shoulder.
"…But I'll take my time."Meanwhile—
The Sixth Hell had become chaos incarnate.
Divine fire collided with conceptual hellfire repeatedly.
Punch for punch.
Kick for kick.
Ifrit attacked wildly—
like a beast fighting for survival.
And Alzwalt matched him perfectly.
Every impact shattered the realm beneath them.
Britanya stood in the distance.
Calm.
The last of the hellfire soldiers froze solid around her—
then shattered into countless icy fragments.
She exhaled softly.
"…Finished."
In the distance—
BOOM.
Alzwalt and Ifrit collided again.
Golden light and hellfire split the skies of Hell.
Alzwalt smiled.
"…Let's end this, Ifrit."
Ifrit grinned viciously despite his injuries.
"…I was trying to do that already."
Ninth Hell —
The Ninth Plane had gone quiet.
Bodies of demons littered the ruined landscape.
Tessandra brushed blood from her cheek calmly.
Kaelven stood nearby stretching his shoulders.
His Double Count flickered briefly.
3,000,000,000 DC
Tessandra looked toward the broken gates of Hell.
"…Let's go back outside, Kaelven."
Kaelven sighed tiredly.
"…Yeah."