The battlefield had reached a breaking point.
Barak stood battered, but not defeated.
Alzwalt stood still, his presence calm… but no longer suppressed.
The air itself felt different.
Heavier.
Older.
As if something had finally begun to awaken.
Barak wiped blood from his lip and narrowed his eyes.
"…So you've been holding back this entire time."
Alzwalt didn't respond immediately.
Instead—
He lifted his gaze slightly toward the sky.
"…Enough testing."
His voice was quiet.
But it carried.
Then—
He spoke a single word.
"Revelations."
The heavens responded instantly.
Light gathered above the battlefield.
Not ordinary light—
But divine.
A massive construct began to form high in the sky, layers of radiant energy folding into a singular, incomprehensibly large weapon.
A sword.
Gigantic beyond scale.
Its blade stretched across the sky like a descending verdict.
Then—
It dropped.
No dramatic pause.
No delay.
Just pure, overwhelming descent.
BOOOOOOM—!!!
The sword of light struck Barak directly.
The impact shattered the forest floor beneath him, carving a massive crater that stretched for kilometers, the force of the strike compressing reality itself at the point of contact.
At the moment of impact—
Barak reacted.
His Void Circuit activated at full output.
Space around him twisted violently as he attempted to convert the incoming attack—trying to shift its trajectory, disperse its mass, or absorb its conceptual structure into the void.
But—
Something was wrong.
The void resisted.
Not the attack—
But him.
The light carried something beyond raw energy.
Authority.
Structure.
Judgment.
The void began to crack.
Not visually at first—but internally.
Barak's eyes widened.
"…No—"
A sharp backlash erupted through his body.
His void manipulation destabilized mid-process.
The conversion failed.
Completely.
CRACK.
His void circuit fractured under the pressure of the descending light.
Barak coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth as the backlash tore through his internal energy pathways.
"…tch…!"
He staggered back as the sword's remnants dissipated into the crater.
Before the dust could settle—
Barak moved.
Fast.
Faster than before.
His power surged again—this time no longer restrained.
His body adapted under pressure, his void output increasing as if forced into evolution by the confrontation itself.
He vanished.
Reappeared above Alzwalt.
And struck downward with a concentrated void-enhanced blow.
BOOM!
Alzwalt was driven into the ground.
The earth beneath him collapsed inward from the force.
Barak didn't stop.
He raised both hands toward the sky.
Space twisted.
A massive object began to materialize above them.
A meteoroid.
Pulled directly from orbit through void manipulation.
It descended rapidly, burning as it entered the atmosphere.
Barak's eyes locked onto Alzwalt below.
"…Let's see you handle this."
He hurled the meteoroid downward.
The meteoroid crashed.
A colossal explosion followed.
Fire, shockwaves, and debris expanded outward in a devastating dome of destruction that engulfed the crater and everything around it.
The forest was erased in an instant.
The ground liquefied under the impact.
Barak hovered above the devastation, watching closely.
Waiting.
Watching for movement.
For survival.
For resistance.
Silence followed the explosion.
Then—
A voice.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Narration-like in tone.
"Alzwalt Light possesses the Luminous Circuit—Light… divine light."
Barak's eyes sharpened.
"…?"
The dust began to settle.
"…Arch-type—Angel."
A faint glow emerged from within the crater.
"Not just any angel…"
The light intensified.
"Alzwalt is the Prince of Protection."
The glow expanded outward, pushing back the remnants of smoke and debris.
"And the Angel of Strength and Justice."
The meteoroid's remains began to disintegrate.
Not shattered—
Erased.
Reduced to dust under a radiant golden aura that now enveloped the crater.
Alzwalt stood at the center.
Unmoved.
Untouched.
No injuries.
No damage.
Not even a trace of strain.
He slowly rose to his feet and rolled his shoulders casually, as if warming up after a light exercise.
"…That was decent."
Golden light began radiating from his body more intensely now.
Not unstable.
Not explosive.
Controlled.
Refined.
Absolute.
Barak's expression changed completely.
"…So this was still holding back…"
In the next instant—
Alzwalt vanished.
No movement.
No transition.
Just—
Gone.
Barak's senses flared.
But it was already too late.
The only thing Barak felt—
Was impact.
CRASH—!!!
His body was slammed deep into a mountain several kilometers away, the force carving a massive indentation into the rock face.
The entire structure trembled from the hit.
Barak coughed violently as he embedded into the stone, struggling to process what had just happened.
"…He… didn't even move…"
A presence appeared nearby.
Silent.
Heavy.
Alzwalt stood in the air above the shattered terrain, his golden wings fully extended, light radiating around him like a sovereign aura.
He looked down at Barak.
Calm.
Composed.
And then—
He spoke.
"…You're the first person to fight me at 100%."
A brief pause.
His expression remained steady.
"…I hope you last long."
The air around him pulsed once with divine pressure.
The true battle—
Had only just begun.