The Celestial King
Facing the Demon Lord in single combat, the Celestial King spoke just one phrase:
"I have come to destroy you and put an end to your reign."
Lero Epeothus laughed, stepping forward to engage. But before he could make a move, the Celestial King raised his hand.
With a simple gesture, he tore open the fabric of space-time—creating a new Realm, one governed by its own laws of physics and existence. The two warriors stepped inside, leaving behind the devastated battlefield.
The final battle commenced.
The moment they charged, they moved at speeds beyond even the light of the gods. Their fists collided in midair, and the entire dimension trembled.
The Demon Lord snapped his fingers.
Gravity inverted.
The realm twisted—up became down, space bent like molten glass. A hundred void-spears formed in the sky.
"Let the spears of destruction pierce you!"
The spears rained down with velocity that defied causality. The Celestial King sliced once. Every spear shattered. Space rewrote itself around his blade.
"You are light pretending to be will," Lero snarled.
"And you are rot pretending to be purpose," the Celestial King replied.
The Celestial King thrust his hand skyward. The Law of Motion froze.
Lero countered, invoking the Sin of Constraints, turning the very laws of reality into shackles that bound time itself.
Then, the Celestial King unleashed Void Manipulation, twisting space and time into a single, devastating beam of energy. It struck Lero Epeothus directly.
He was obliterated.
Or so it seemed.
His molecular structure reassembled instantly. "I am immortal, you fool."
He summoned a sword forged from the dimension's energy and lunged. The Celestial King caught the blade barehanded. With Energy Manipulation, he reshaped the weapon midair and turned it against its creator. The Demon Lord blocked with his arm—but it was severed.
In an instant, it regenerated.
They clashed again.
Each punch created shockwaves of silence, moments where existence blinked out—fracturing the realm bit by bit.
The Demon Lord leapt back and opened a rift—within it, a conceptual anomaly of monsters spilled forth, twisted beasts forged from forgotten gods.
The Celestial King cut them down and shattered the rift with a single swing, tearing the fabric of fate itself.
The two began to falter.
They fought barehanded—blow for blow, soul against soul. Each strike shattered parts of the realm and shook the entire Outerverse.
Lero screamed and activated:
"ECLIPSE AUTHORITY."
His sword merged with a black sun, created from the Realm's energy—energy that also drained the Celestial King's life force. Darkness fell. The entire Outerverse and even the Higher Outerverse dimmed. The Twelve Crystals died for a moment.
The Celestial King could not move.
Lero lunged and stabbed him.
The Celestial King fell, kneeling. His eyes dimmed.
"You're fading," Lero whispered, his voice both broken and triumphant.
But the Celestial King rose.
He slashed again and again—relentless, defiant—but the result remained the same.
"This won't do me any good," he muttered.
Casting aside the blade, he clenched his fists. A golden aura ignited around him.
"DIVINE HOLY GOD'S LIGHT."
The aura surged, illuminating the dimension. The Demon Lord, unaware, charged forward.
Each punch shook the very Crystals of the Outerverse.
Then—Lero realized—his regeneration had stopped.
Before he could act, the Celestial King delivered a final, divine blow. Lero Epeothus's head flew from his shoulders.
The Realm collapsed.
The Celestial King returned—holding the severed head of his fallen adversary.
The Demon War was over.