The battlefield was painted in red—demon blood sizzling against cracked earth, the air trembling under the weight of Rael's presence. He hovered above the ground, silent and still, his body wrapped in a golden storm of radiant flame.
Solari Overdrive.
His eyes, twin suns, flickered with fury. His aura burned so brightly the very air screamed. Every heartbeat pulsed with divine power.
Across the bloodied plain, thousands of demons turned to run.
But it was too late.
Rael raised a single hand.
BOOM.
The entire western ridge erupted. A wave of pressure swept out in all directions, and with a sound like a star imploding, every demon within sight—thousands strong—exploded into ash.
One by one.
Ten by ten.
Hundreds, then thousands—vaporized in waves, their screams drowned in the roar of his light.
The battlefield was silent.
No more enemies.
Only one remained.
Lucifer.
The Demon Lord stood frozen, his once-arrogant smirk twisted into disbelief. "What… What are you?" he muttered.
Rael turned to him, eyes cold. "The end of your story."
Without waiting, he vanished—then reappeared directly in front of Lucifer, his fist smashing into the demon's gut.
BOOM.
The ground beneath them shattered like glass. Lucifer was launched into the sky, flipping through the air, coughing up blood. But before he landed—
Rael appeared again above him and slammed a glowing heel into his back, cratering him into the earth.
Rael floated down slowly, hair glowing rose-gold, skin lit by the fire of a thousand stars.
"You're not even a challenge," Rael said, disappointed. "You hide behind fear. Power? You don't know what power is."
Lucifer roared and erupted upward with blackened wings and hellfire. "DON'T MOCK ME!"
He launched a barrage of magic—spikes, flames, shadows—but none of it touched Rael. With a flick of his fingers, the attacks unraveled in midair.
Rael stepped forward and punched.
Lucifer was thrown back again.
But Rael didn't follow.
He was playing.
The heroes—Eris, Lyra, Evelyn, Raiden, Silas, Seraphina, Roric—watched in stunned silence. They'd never seen Rael like this. He wasn't just strong—he was divine.
Seraphina whispered, "He's toying with Lucifer…"
Raiden clenched his fists. "No. He's proving a point."
But then—a ripple.
A tear opened in the air behind Lucifer's battered body.
A laugh, deep and ancient, echoed across the battlefield.
"Still such a disappointment, Lucifer," came the voice, hot like magma and crueler than death.
Out from the flames walked a towering figure—Ifrit, the God of Fire. His body was built of molten stone and pure flame, his eyes molten gold. He looked not at Rael—but through him.
"So this is what the Solari brat has become…"
Lucifer gasped and fell to one knee. "M-My lord Ifrit…"
Ifrit ignored him.
Rael's eyes narrowed. "You… You were there. When my world burned."
Ifrit grinned, licking fire from his fingers. "Of course I was. Your father died beautifully, by the way."
Rael's body flared with killing intent.
Lightning split the sky. Winds howled. The battlefield cracked under his fury.
But Ifrit only chuckled.
"Well now," Ifrit said, drawing a blade of molten obsidian from his spine, "Let's see if the last Solari can burn brighter than his ancestors."
He turned to Lucifer. "Get up. We kill him together."
Lucifer rose, bloody and trembling, but smiling once again.
Rael stepped forward, glowing brighter than the sun.
He raised a hand.
"Come, then."
"Let me show you what true fire looks like."