The void howled all around the group of students stranded in this dimension. There was no sky, no ground, only endless motionless chaos that breathed and shifted like a dying beast.

The entire realm pulsed in slow, choking rhythm with the Abyssal Crown's heart. Its laughter, now quiet and almost reverent rolled across the darkness like a storm held at bay.

The air smelled of burning divinity. The scent of melted mana, of despair, of fading courage.

They various students were still standing, barely. They had launched most of their power into that final barrage of attacks, and were now all running desperately low on mana.

Lucian staggered forward, his blade dragging against the fractured surface of the void, each step leaving golden streaks of light behind.

Blood dripped from a gash along his ribs, his breaths sharp and uneven. Celeste was beside him, one wing half-charred, her fire flickering weakly as if choking on the weight of the realm's oppression.

Morgana's shadows pulsed erratically, the darkness around her sputtering like a dying flame. Miranda floated nearby, pale and sweating, her eyes ringed with fatigue as countless temporal sigils flickered and broke before they could stabilize.

Lilian was on one knee, both hands pressed to the ground, red circles of blood-light fracturing with every heartbeat. Her crimson eyes dimmed, her veins glowing faintly as she tried, again and again, to reinforce the barrier that had already been shattered thrice.

The others were all in similar rough position, and the same was true with Albedo. He'd already changed Havoc and Ruin to Mana Draining Mode, but he still wasn't fully topped up with Mana, as he had expended an extreme amount in that last attack.

His once-blazing inferno was reduced to dying embers. His hair hung in disarray, smoke rising from his shoulders. Each breath came ragged, like dragging shards of glass through his lungs.

His body glowed faintly with internal cracks, tiny fissures of molten light running through his flesh, signs that he'd overexerted himself.

Still, he stood.

He raised his head, eyes glowing faintly crimson-violet, staring at the endless legion forming above them. The amethyst sky was now riddled with eyes—hundreds, maybe thousands—each one pulsing with life, each preparing to give birth to another horror.

"We're… done," Fade breathed, somewhere behind him. The Elven Princess' voice cracked, trembling, "We can't hold this anymore."

"We fight," Lilian said finally, through bloodied lips. "Until we can't."

Celeste looked at him, her expression torn between fury and grief, "Lily"

The Vampire shook her head, "There's no running here. That thing made sure of it."

And it had. The realm was sealed tight, a prison woven from the Abyss itself. No teleportation, no dimensional crossing. Only the Crown's gaze, endless and all consuming.

The creatures began to fall again.

They rained from the eyes like shards of broken glass, beasts of bone and void, their screeches tearing through the air as they dove toward the battered group.

"Positions!" Lucian shouted hoarsely.

Morgana's shadows flared weakly as she tried to weave a new circle. Celeste pushed forward, igniting her wings in one last burst of fire to draw the first wave away.

Miranda staggered, eyes glowing faintly gold as she tried to compress time around their enemies—slowing them, anything to give them an edge.

But the monsters didn't slow.

They tore through Celeste's fire, through Lilian's blood seals, through Morgana's shadows, and it was far too much for this group of exhausted students to handle.

A colossal one descended first, its torso fused with countless screaming faces, its arms ending in scythe-like blades that shimmered with obsidian light.

Lucian swung his sword with everything he had left, the divine edge burning bright, only for the creature's claws to catch it mid-swing and twist.

The sound of shattering light echoed as his sword broke apart.

Lucian stumbled back, breathless, "No—!"

The beast lunged.

And then Albedo was there.

He moved like an afterimage, fractured light and flame bursting from beneath his feet. His fist that was wrapped in Crimson Apocalypse Flames connected with the creature's head in a single, impossible blow that shattered it like glass.

The resulting shockwave rippled outward, vaporizing a hundred more of the lesser horrors nearby.

Blood exploded from his mouth, his knees almost buckled, but Albedo refused to fall.

"Move!" he shouted, voice hoarse and raw. "Fall back and regroup, NOW!"

"Where?!" Miranda yelled, desperation cracking through her tone.

"Anywhere away from that thing!" Albedo barked, pointing toward the massive form of the Abyssal Crown, still unmoving, still watching. "Just go!"

Celeste flew to his side, half-carrying Lucian with her remaining wing, while Lilian and Morgana supported all the others in the group on the retreat

The group staggered backward through the shifting battlefield, their surroundings collapsing into infinite black.

The monsters followed in an endless tide. Every time they destroyed one, another two replaced it. Their mana reserves were gone, their souls screaming from exhaustion. Even breathing here was a battle.

Miranda's voice trembled. "It's… rewriting the laws here. Our mana's being drained faster than we can recover."

Albedo wiped blood from his mouth, his expression grim. "It's the Abyss. The longer we stay here, the more it's trying to corrupt us,"

Celeste snarled, flame bursting weakly from her hand, "Then I'll burn the damn Abyss itself if I have to."

Before Albedo could answer, the air rippled.

The laughter stopped.

Everything froze, sound, light, motion, like the entire dimension was holding its breath. The Crowned Entity tilted its colossal head, countless eyes narrowing as though sensing something vast, something ancient approaching from beyond its reach.

Then,

A light pierced the dark.

It wasn't the golden glow of Lucian's divine aura, nor the crimson of Albedo's flames. It was something purer, colder—brilliant silver-gold that sliced through the void like a sword through glass.

The air ignited as the fabric of the realm tore open. From the fracture stepped two figures, vast and radiant, their presence rewriting the world around them.

The first was tall, broad-shouldered, regal, his very existence warping gravity around him. Every movement radiated power older than nations, and his eyes burned molten gold. His voice, when it came, rumbled through every atom of the Abyss.

"That's enough." Albedo immediately recognized him.

Kael Nocturna - The Demon King.

The second presence followed, ethereal yet suffocating in grace. She moved like flowing moonlight, her silver hair drifting weightlessly as her wings unfolded.

Her gown shimmered with the reflected light of a thousand dying stars, and her gaze, black as the void yet endlessly deep, silenced even the Abyss.

Ysvara Nocturna - The Demon Queen.

The Abyss itself recoiled. The countless eyes in the sky blinked rapidly, the forming army hesitating mid-motion.

"Mom, Dad!" Celeste screamed out as she saw them in joy.

"Stay calm dear, we'll handle this," Kael said as he raised his hand, a sigil the size of a continent flared to life above him, carved from divine crimson runes. "Abyssal Annihilation: Devourer's End."

He clenched his fist.

The world detonated.

A shockwave of raw divine mana erupted outward, erasing thousands of creatures in an instant. The impact carved a vacuum through the void, scattering fragments of darkness like dust before a hurricane.

Ysvara followed, extending one elegant hand. Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper—but it carried absolute authority.

"Return to silence."

With that command, every surviving Abyssal creature froze mid-lunge. Their bodies twisted once, then collapsed inward—imploding into specks of light before vanishing entirely.

The realm fell silent.

Only the faint hum of residual mana and the labored breathing of the students remained.

Lucian fell to one knee, sword fragments dissolving from his grasp. Celeste dropped beside him, her flames finally extinguishing. Lilian clutched her chest, gasping for breath, while

Morgana's shadows retreated completely. Miranda's light flickered once before fading from her eyes as she dropped to her knees.

Albedo alone remained standing, barely.

He stared at the Demon King and Queen, the titans of destruction now standing in the void's heart, their mere presence pushing the Abyssal Crown backward.

The Crowned Entity, once untouchable, unshakable, shifted for the first time. It spoke with something that almost resembled respect.

"Ah… the Sovereigns of Ruin and Grace. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Kael's eyes flared gold, "You've overstepped."

Ysvara's wings spread wider, her tone calm but deadly. "You dare touch the chosen of fate before their time? I should erase your existence from the threads entirely."

The Crown chuckled lowly, its voice trembling like a dying storm. "Erase? You forget, oh Queen of Shadows… I am what remains after erasure."

Kael's aura surged in answer—divine, suffocating. "Then consider this a reminder of what preceded you."

The two forces collided, King and Queen of Demons against the will of the Abyss itself.

Light and darkness twisted, their clash shaking the bones of reality. Every heartbeat, every spark of mana, became a thunderclap of creation and destruction colliding.

The students could do nothing but watch.

For them, it wasn't a battle. It was two worlds tearing each other apart.

Ysvara turned briefly, her voice slicing through the chaos. "Children, close your eyes."

Albedo obeyed instinctively, forcing his consciousness to fold inward just as the world exploded.

A soundless eruption consumed everything, light without light, sound without sound.

When Albedo opened his eyes again, the void was gone.

They stood once more upon solid earth, looking around at the dim environment of the Garden of Perpetual Blooming Agony that was now stable.

The others were on the ground, unconscious but alive. Morgana stirred first, groaning softly. Celeste's wings flickered faintly with life. Lucian opened one eye, muttering, "Did… we win?"

Ysvara's voice answered from nearby, calm and cold.

"You survived."

Albedo turned. The Demon Queen stood a few paces away, wings folded, her gaze fixed upon him. Her expression was unreadable.

"Mom!" Celeste ran into her mother's arms immediately, hugging her tightly as she took deep breaths, remembering the terrifying reality they just survived.

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