Satan hovered above the abyssal crater, his remaining upper body suspended in raw demonic essence. The void beneath him stretched endlessly, like the planet itself had been hollowed out.
His voice tore through the sky.
"You DARE do this to me… the Demonic Ancestor?!"
Above him, John floated calmly—hands relaxed, eyes cold behind the cracked white mask.
John didn't even look impressed.
"This time around… you will die."
Satan's remaining form trembled with rage.
"I cannot be killed! I will always find a way to return!"
John tilted his head slightly.
"Oh yeah?" His voice lowered. "Then I want to see you return after today."
For the first time, something flickered in Satan's expression.
Not fear.
Calculation.
Did he find a way… with the Soul Circuit… to kill a conceptual being?
Even Satan's ancient memory stirred.
The first user of the Soul Circuit—Evion Vok Magnolias—had been monstrous, yes… but even he never reached this level. Not even close.
Satan narrowed his red eyes.
"You're bluffing."
John smiled.
"I would never. That's something only the weak do."
A silence fell.
Then Satan clicked his tongue.
"Tch… I need the demons on Zerathis… I need to absorb them… I need time…"
Sixth Hell: Ifrit vs Alzwalt (Endgame)
Ifrit stood amidst collapsing hellfire skies, his body wrapped in unstable black flame that distorted reality itself.
"This is my final attack… Archangel Alzwalt!"
Alzwalt exhaled softly, golden wings spread wide.
"It's been a good run."
Ifrit roared.
Black hellfire engulfed him completely—his unmeasurable double count burning itself into conceptual destruction.
He vanished forward.
Faster than sight.
Faster than instinct.
Alzwalt didn't move until the last possible moment.
Then—
A single step.
A single swing.
St. Alzwalt Light flashed.
They passed each other.
Stillness.
Alzwalt slowly slid his sword back into dimensional light storage.
His hand trembled slightly.
"…good."
He looked at his palm—burned.
But he smiled.
"Be proud, Ifrit… demon lord of the Sixth Hell."
Behind him, Ifrit stood still.
A thin line of divine light appeared across his chest.
His flames went out.
He exhaled once.
And accepted it.
A massive explosion of divine fire consumed him.
The Sixth Hell collapsed in radiant destruction, the shockwave cascading upward through realms—Sixth… Fifth… Fourth… until only the First Hell remained intact.
Meanwhile on the Surface of Zerathis —
Tessandra stood quietly as the ground shook violently beneath them.
Kaelven stretched his neck.
"…finally out."
Tessandra glanced at him.
"You wanted to get out that badly?"
Kaelven sighed.
"We were literally in hell."
A massive portal tore open nearby.
Alzwalt and Britanya stepped out calmly.
The portal sealed behind them—
Then—
BOOOOOOM
A delayed dimensional explosion rippled across Zerathis.
The ground cracked violently.
A 13.3 magnitude quake shattered barren lands, sinking entire regions into collapsing earth.
Tessandra frowned slightly.
"Alzwalt… what did you do?"
Alzwalt raised a hand casually.
"I know we can't destroy hell entirely… so I left the First Floor intact."
Tessandra sighed deeply.
Britanya looked at Alzwalt's hand.
"…babe. Is it healing?"
Alzwalt glanced down.
"It's Black Fire. Conceptual damage. It can heal… but it leaves a scar if I do it myself."
Britanya narrowed her eyes.
"…the scar better disappear."
Alzwalt shrugged.
"It will."
SLAP.
She smacked his back.
"Next time don't act tough and get hurt."
Alzwalt laughed lightly.
"Got it, got it."
Return to Battlefield — Satan vs John Resumes
In the distance, Satan's broken form reformed partially.
Then—
He suddenly flashed.
A massive tree shattered as he slammed into it.
Then he moved again.
Straight toward John.
His body split.
Duplication technique.
Two Satans appeared.
Both kicked simultaneously.
John blocked one—but the force still sent him flying backward, crashing into a massive rock near Tessandra, Kaelven, Alzwalt, and Britanya.
Dust exploded.
Silence.
John slowly stood up.
Brushed his coat off.
And walked forward again.
Without hesitation.
He vanished.
Reappeared mid-air.
Charging Satan again.
Alzwalt exhaled softly, watching the clash reignite.
"…looks like bro is also going all out."
He smirked slightly.
"This should be fun."