The air around them fractured. Damon stood before Demon Lord Oscar, but he was no longer the desperate man who had crawled through the dungeon. Behind him, Saya stood—revived and breathing, her eyes glowing with a faint, ethereal light that spoke of her new, upgraded nature. She watched in silence, trusting the man who had pulled her back from the abyss.
"You think a title makes you my equal?" Oscar sneered. He moved like a blur of shadow, his blade whistling through the air.
Damon didn't flinch. As Oscar's sword descended, Damon activated Dimensional Rift. But he didn't teleport. Instead, he reached out and "pinched" the air. The space between the sword and Damon's neck stretched infinitely. Oscar's blade moved at terminal velocity, yet it never drew closer.
"Experience is just knowledge of the past," Damon said, his voice echoing with the weight of a thousand souls. "But I control the now."
The Turning Point Oscar roared, unleashing a burst of crushing aura that cracked the very floor of the dungeon. He realized physical attacks were being swallowed by the rifts, so he began to burn his own soul to stabilize the space around them.
"If I cannot cut you," Oscar hissed, "I will crush the dimension you stand in!"
The walls began to cave in. Reality itself was folding under Oscar's sheer force. This was the edge Oscar's experience gave him—he knew how to break the world to kill a rival.
The Final Evolution Damon closed his eyes. He didn't fight the collapse. Instead, he used the Dimensional Rift to pull the souls he had consumed into the physical world—not as monsters, but as anchors.
He didn't just open a door; he became the doorway.
"You belong to a world of rules, Oscar," Damon declared. "I am the exception."
Damon thrust his hand forward. A rift didn't appear in front of him—it appeared inside Oscar's armor. With a single, fluid motion, Damon reached through the tear in reality and gripped the core of Oscar's power.
The Demon Lord's eyes widened. For the first time in centuries, he felt fear. He tried to strike, but his arms were suddenly in a different coordinate of space. He was being dismantled, piece by piece, by a geometry he couldn't understand.
The End of the Tyrant With a final surge of will, Damon collapsed the rift. There was no explosion, only a deafening silence as Oscar was pulled into a singular point of nothingness. The crushing pressure vanished instantly.
Damon stood alone in the center of the crater. His breath hitched as the glow of the transformation settled. He turned to Saya. She was safe, but they both knew that by stepping into this power, they had left the human world behind forever.
"It's over," Damon whispered.
The dungeon began to dissolve, the rift closing for the last time. As a full-fledged Demon Lord, Damon looked toward the horizon. He didn't want to rule; he wanted to protect. And for the first time, he finally had the power to do it.
To be continued.......