"That's been my worry all along," Sirzechs admitted, voice low. "I always thought you were gathering Sacred Gear users and humans to build an army—to start a war."
He paused, glancing at Azazel.
"But the Fallen Angels haven't made a move, not once. Still, when we heard the White Dragon Emperor had joined you, we went on high alert."
Michael's gaze sharpened, pinning Azazel with a look.
Even Azazel, the famously thick-skinned Governor, felt a chill run down his spine under the scrutiny of both Angel and Devil leaders.
Azazel raised his hands defensively, trying to sound casual.
"Hey, hey, my Sacred Gear research isn't about fighting you guys—it's about dealing with terrorists. Don't get the wrong idea."
Sirzechs and Michael exchanged glances, their confusion clear.
"Terrorists?"
Azazel's face grew serious.
"My deputy, Shemhazai, discovered that dangerous elements from all three factions have been gathering. They've formed a group called the 'Khaos Brigade.'"
The name landed like a thunderclap.
Sirzechs and Michael locked eyes, both stunned. Serafall gasped.
"How is that possible? Who could pull together all those troublemakers?"
Azazel nodded gravely.
"I only learned about Khaos Brigade recently. They've recruited the worst from every side—lots of Sacred Gear users at Balance Breaker level. And worse, we've confirmed several humans wielding Longinus."
He rubbed his temples, looking genuinely troubled.
"But the real nightmare is their leader—a dragon even stronger and more dangerous than the Two Heavenly Dragons."
Silence fell like a shroud.
"What?!" Sirzechs, Michael, and Serafall blurted in unison.
"A dragon stronger than Albion and Ddraig? Does such a thing even exist?"
Rias and the other girls stared, horror etched on their faces.
Shuo leaned forward, voice calm, almost teacher-like.
"One of the Dragon Gods—the Infinite Dragon God, Ophis. She's the Ouroboros, symbol of endless cycles. Her power is infinite, born from the void between dimensions. Even gods fear her."
Azazel's brows shot up.
"Well, well. You know about Ophis? Looks like you're hiding more than I thought."
Shuo shot Azazel a look of bored superiority.
There's plenty I know that you don't.
Rias, Akeno, and the others sat speechless, minds reeling.
Stronger than a god?
Even Sirzechs and Michael managed bitter smiles.
Ophis—the Infinite Dragon God. Back when God lived, even all three factions together wouldn't have stood a chance. And now…
Sirzechs, still hopeful, pressed on.
"Shuo-kun, you're sure it's Ophis?"
Shuo waved a hand, unconcerned.
"If you don't believe me, ask her yourself. She's already here."
Before anyone could react, a golden magic circle flared to life, drawing every eye in the room.
When the light faded, a tall, dark-skinned beauty appeared—glasses perched on her nose, a crimson staff in hand.
Sirzechs closed his eyes, resigned.
"Katerea Leviathan. So you're part of this attack too? Looks like you've joined Khaos Brigade."
Serafall's voice trembled, pain and disbelief mixing.
"Why, Katerea? Why would you do this?"
Katerea's eyes blazed with fury.
"Serafall, you stole the Devil King throne that should have been mine, and now you ask why? That's why I joined Khaos Brigade!"
She swept her gaze over the room, voice rising.
"This time, I'll use their power to wipe you all out and reclaim what's rightfully mine!"
Serafall lowered her head, face shadowed by regret.
Azazel, ever the spectator, couldn't resist a jab.
"Well, looks like the new and old Devil Kings have finally split. Seems your side's just as messy as the rest."
Katerea rounded on Azazel and Michael, arrogance dripping from every word.
"Hmph. Azazel, Michael—you'll die here with the rest!"
Shuo snorted, eyes cold.
"Big talk for a weakling Satan-class wannabe. All chest, no brains."
Katerea's temper snapped.
"You little punk! How dare you insult me—you must have a death wish!"
She lunged—but Shuo didn't even blink. In a blur, he was in front of her. His hand flashed out.
SLAP.
Katerea flew across the room, hitting the barrier with a sickening thud. She crumpled, groaning, unable to rise.
Shuo flexed his wrist, expression bored.
"Trash like you, dreaming of taking Serafall's throne? Know your place."
The room was silent—stunned.
Even Sirzechs, a Transcendent, hadn't seen Shuo move.
To flatten a Satan-class powerhouse with a single slap… just how strong was he?
Everyone stared at Shuo, awe and fear mingling in their eyes.
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