The Hybrid Girekar's beast infused with The Virgieon Hollow Sword — a Beast infused sword , its edge whispering with voidfire. Every flicker devoured light, every hum fed on the air itself. Around him, the mountain lay disemboweled — scorched valleys, molten rivers, ash clawing at the sky.
Opposite him stood Valkyris-Sergian, that colossal fusion of destruction is still standing like nothing happened even after taking this many blow from his sword. Horned, scaled, crowned in molten ruin, its body glowed like a furnace breathing war. Moving apocalypse.
Abraham steadied his breath. The black-shadow armor of Oboros coiled around him, its six tails twitching behind his back, but the fusion's strength had already begun to fade. He was burning through his mana faster than the world could bear.
Valkyris moved.
A blur.
A roar.
The halberd came down — not a strike, but a calamity.
Abraham parried, sparks bursting in a flood of black and crimson. The impact of blow sent him skidding backward, Pain stabbed through his arm, but he refused to drop his sword, gripping it tightly he mutter something to himself.
The beast advanced, each step a quake. Another slash followed, then another — every one heavier than the last. Abraham's body blurred between strikes, dodging by inches. Still, fire grazed his armor, shadows cracked, pain tore through his ribs.
He retaliated, the Hollow Sword lashing a wave of dark flame. It cut through the air, screaming toward the fusion's chest — yet Valkyris didn't even flinch. The flames hit, vanished, consumed by the creature's own infernal aura.
Abraham's breath rasped. Too strong.
He tightened his grip, shadow flaring around him like a storm.
Valkyris surged forward. The halberd spun, catching the light of its own fire. Abraham blocked — the sound split the sky. His knees gave way, the ground exploding beneath their feet from the force of the impact.
Then system screen flashed before his sight.
[Shadow Stability — 43%]
He ignored it. Pain meant nothing. He moved again — one more dodge, one more breath. But the next strike caught him mid-motion. Two bladed halberd rod slammed hard in the shadow wrapped armory chest, shattering his black shadow armor. Halberd slam blow sent him reeling into the cliffside of the mount. The moment he crashed to the ground, rocks and boulder scattered in demonstrative blow , a clear sign of the impact force.
Blood hit his tongue. He wiped it away, eyes burning like embers in the dark.
The beast was already charging again.
Abraham swung the Hollow Sword in defiance, a crescent of voidfire tearing forward — yet Valkyris batted it aside, the counterstrike obliterating the ground. Then light gathered in the monster's chest.
A beam of infernal energy erupted.
The world turned white.
Abraham dodged the blast with fast reflexes, at the last moment . The blast burned his shoulder, piercing his dark black shadow armor and even flesh since the constant accurate attack break his defense. The forceful eruption drowned out every sound in surface, even the sound of his voice is nerf by it's halberd swing. Another beam followed, then another. Each one carved a line of ruin across the mountain. He dodged, rolled, used the last shreds of mana to stay alive.
The landscape was gone — replaced by fire and echo.
Valkyris's molten gaze fixed on him. Its tail lashed once, drawing magma into the air. The halberd spun, and the creature descended, faster than a storm. Abraham crossed his blade to block. The blow impact shatter the shadow platting armor on his chest , mouth of blood spat came out as he tried to stand up twice but he failed to stood, griping his sword with last force.
Every breath hurt. Every motion screamed rebellion. Still — he faced the monster.
Another swing.
He ducked.
Another beam.
He dodged.
But the next blow found its mark. The halberd's bladed wing cut across his side, flinging him into a soil His vision blurred; blood trickled from his mouth and all the other parts of his body that heavily wounded.
He rose again. Barely.
The Hollow Sword trembled. The shadow tails flickered, unstable.
Valkyris-Sergian lifted its halberd for the final strike — a downward arc wrapped in roaring flame.
Abraham met it with everything he had left. The collision split the air, and for a heartbeat, the world stopped breathing.
Then the echo hit.
A canyon ripped through the mountain's heart, magma spilling from its wound.
Silence.
Smoke.
Ash.
Valkyris straightened slowly, halberd buried in molten rock. A cruel grin crawled across its molten face.
But as the smoke cleared — there was no body.
No blood.
No sound.
No Abraham.
The infernal titan's grin faltered.
The air shifted.
The world seemed to bend — the scent of burning mana thickening, shadows pooling like liquid smoke.
Above, the sky began to twist.
Crimson light bled from the sun itself, gathering, condensing — a spiral of red-orange radiance tearing through the clouds. The heavens looked wounded, leaking flame.
Valkyris-Sergian's monstrous gaze met the heavens — and froze.