The universe trembled.

  With Zenmu now under Ryuketsu’s control, the balance of power had shifted. Raizo and Tenzir were still recovering from the aftermath of the last battle, unaware that something far greater, far worse was about to emerge.

  And in the deepest pits of Hell, where the damned souls screamed for eternity, a new force began to rise.

  Nagiro.

  A being even the devils feared.

  A being who did not belong to Hell, nor Earth, nor the Heavens. He was beyond them.

  He did not rule Hell—he was here to finish it.

  In the burning depths of the underworld, demonic lords gathered in fear. The realm of eternal suffering was breaking apart.

  The skies of Hell, once black and endless, were now splintering like cracked glass. The flames that burned for eternity were dying out.

  And at the very center of this destruction, Nagiro stood.

  His presence alone erased everything around him.

  Demons that had existed since the beginning of time crumbled into dust. Their souls were not sent elsewhere—they simply ceased to exist.

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  Hell itself was being erased.

  "Who... who is this?!" One of the ancient demon lords screamed.

  Nagiro slowly lifted his head. His eyes, glowing with a color no living thing could comprehend, pierced through reality itself.

  "I am the end," he said, his voice echoing across all dimensions.

  With a mere step, the very foundation of Hell cracked.

  The demon lords, the kings of damnation, fell to their knees. They had ruled over suffering for eons—but now, they knew true fear.

  Nagiro raised his hand—and in an instant, the entire hierarchy of Hell collapsed.

  The flames of torment flickered out.

  The rivers of blood dried into dust.

  The very concept of Hell was disappearing.

  Nagiro was finishing Hell.

  Far away, in his domain, Ryuketsu suddenly felt it. A presence so powerful that even he, the King of Darkness, trembled.

  Zenmu, now by his side, opened his golden eyes. For the first time since his fall, there was something in them.

  Not rage.

  Not power.

  But acknowledgment.

  "Nagiro has awakened," Zenmu said.

  Ryuketsu clenched his fists. "Tch. So, even Hell wasn’t enough to contain him."

  Zenmu nodded slowly. "No. Because Nagiro was never meant to be contained."

  A silence hung in the air.

  Then, Nagiro’s voice reached them.

  Not through space.

  Not through time.

  But directly into their very existence.

  "Hell is gone. I have erased it."

  Ryuketsu’s smirk returned—just barely. "And what do you want, Nagiro?"

  The response was instant.

  "I want the universe to feel what Hell was meant to be."

  Zenmu’s expression remained calm. "He is not here to rule, Ryuketsu. He is here to consume."

  Ryuketsu’s eyes darkened.

  A war against Raizo was one thing.

  A war against Nagiro… was something else entirely.

  And for the first time in his existence, he questioned if he could win.