Inside the abyss of Jailen, where time and space had no meaning, Raizo sat alone in the vast emptiness.

  For the first time in ages, he was trapped.

  No power, no infinity—just silence.

  He let out a deep sigh, leaning against the cold, invisible walls of this forsaken prison. He tilted his head slightly, golden eyes scanning the endless void.

  Then—he smirked.

  "Oh! It’s my fault."

  His voice echoed in the nothingness, a strange mixture of amusement and acceptance.

  He wasn’t even mad.

  He had let his guard down, underestimated Ryuketsu’s obsession.

  Now? Now, the universe was at the mercy of a madman.

  But Raizo wasn’t worried. Not even slightly.

  Because he knew one thing.

  Tenzir would rise.

  Back on Earth, Tenzir stood alone.

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  Raizo was gone.

  The strongest force in the universe, the one person who could have stopped Ryuketsu, was captured.

  Now, it was his turn to fight.

  Tenzir clenched his fists. He wasn’t strong enough—not yet. But he had one purpose now.

  To defeat Zyphor.

  Zyphor, still under the influence of Ryuketsu, had become an unstoppable nightmare. A war machine, slaughtering anything in his path. If Tenzir couldn’t defeat him, there was no hope left.

  So, he trained.

  Day. Night. Without rest.

  His body broke over and over, his magic pushed beyond limits he never imagined. He meditated in volcanic storms, fought against armies alone, and bathed in celestial energy to unlock his full potential.

  The pain? Unbearable.

  The exhaustion? Endless.

  But he had no choice.

  Weeks passed. His power grew.

  Until finally—he was ready.

  Tenzir stood atop a mountain, gazing at the battlefield below where Zyphor awaited. His aura flared—a new energy, a new power.

  Zyphor smirked. "You think you’re ready to fight me now?"

  Tenzir exhaled, his eyes burning with newfound strength.

  "I don’t think. I know."

  The battle was set.

  While Tenzir prepared, Ryuketsu had already begun his real plan.

  Earth trembled. The sky turned black.

  Portals ripped through space as legions of demonic soldiers flooded the world. Flames consumed entire cities. Innocents screamed as darkness swallowed their lands.

  This was not a simple war.

  This was the beginning of the end.

  Ryuketsu stood at the center of it all, arms spread wide, laughing as the universe burned before him.

  His voice echoed across the heavens—

  "THIS UNIVERSE IS MINE! I WILL DRAG EVERYTHING INTO HELL!"

  A crimson shockwave exploded from his body, corrupting the very fabric of existence. Galaxies trembled. Planets shattered.

  The Dangerous Age… had fully begun.

  But one question remained—

  Could Tenzir stop it?