The battlefield was on the brink of collapse.
Celestial warriors bled and burned. Seraphon stood at the center, radiant and monstrous — the fusion nearly complete, his trinity no longer fractured. The divine chains around the crystals holding Michael, MG, Zak, Alpha, and Perfani pulsed with dark light, threatening to shatter forever.
Zeref knelt, battered.Sillax's dagger trembled in her hand.Every soul looked toward the falling star that was Krisian… and saw only smoke and silence.
And then—
The wind stopped.
The sky stilled.
A sound like a heart — beating once — echoed across the realm.
BOOM.
A golden-black light erupted upward like a pillar from Krisian's body, spiraling into the heavens. The pressure dropped. The realm quaked. Seraphon turned slowly — for the first time — unsure.
From the crater, Krisian rose.
No words. No pose.He simply stood.
His body radiated with a chaotic harmony — divine sigils burned across one side, demonic glyphs over the other, and his eyes…
No longer gold.
Now black and white. Split. Perfectly balanced.
The battlefield went silent.
Krisian took a single step forward.The floating ground beneath his foot cracked.
Another step.
Seraphon narrowed his eyes. "What… are you?"
Krisian looked up.
And smiled.
A slow, dangerous, quiet smile.
"I'm what happens…"His voice was calm — but thunder echoed with every syllable."…when a failure decides not to stay broken."
He raised his hand.
A blade formed — one half divine light, the other abyssal shadow — with a heartbeat of its own.
Behind Krisian, the floating shards of the battlefield reformed, drawn into orbit around him like loyal satellites.
He didn't shout. He didn't boast.
He simply whispered—
"Your trial is over."
And vanished.
The next instant—
BOOOOOM!
Krisian collided with Seraphon in an explosion of power that bent the realm.
Light. Darkness. Rage. Silence.
And as the chapter closed—
We saw only one thing:
Seraphon, wide-eyed, stumbling back.
Bleeding.
TO BE CONTINUED…