"Burn… ignite… let the raging flas guide you."
Pain, rage, sorrow, and grief ...
emotions ignited within Naless' chest like a wildfire that had escaped from the deepest pits of hell. Even he, the great Naless, could not suppress them any longer.
So he let everything out.
A roar tore from his lungs ... a savage war cry that echoed across the universe itself, a scream so violent it deafened all who could hear it. It was tragic, terrifying… a cry born from the very depths of a warrior who had endured too much.
Raising his hand high, his blade shattered and vanished entirely.
In its place, a violent eruption of violet flas and abyssal aura burst forth from within him, swallowing the space around Agaroth whole. A burning dark star… a blackened sun of overwhelming power, unlike anything ever witnessed before.
Agaroth stared, eyes wide—
—and then blood burst from them.
The King's eye wept, unable to endure even the sight of that power… let alone withstand it.
'Neither the King's Eye… nor the Eye of Fate… can erase this…'
With his face drenched in blood, Agaroth finally understood the magnitude of the catastrophe before him.
The sheer force made his body tremble—
his heart, silent for countless ages, beat once more.
Fear. Unease.
For the first ti… death felt close.
Darkness surged like a flood from within the Demon King as he released his full power.
Naless closed in, intent on unleashing everything upon him ...
and for the first ti, the King had no choice but to respond.
Aura flooded outward, space itself trembled, and the tides of darkness clashed against the burning violet star.
But they did not last even a second.
Agaroth's aura shattered instantly ...
he lost the first collision in less than a heartbeat.
The King gathered himself, attempting to unleash one of his greatest techniques—
the Purifier, the very attack that had once defeated Naless.
But he stopped.
The mont he felt the overwhelming scale of that power filling the space around him…
sothing froze him in place.
"Even if I unleash the Purifier… it won't withstand this."
The realization struck like lightning.
For the first ti, Agaroth hesitated—unable to comprehend the nature of the power before him.
In re seconds, he was pushed to the brink,
and none of his countless abilities were enough to save him from the approaching tide.
His mind raced faster than any being alive,
ti itself distorting within his perception.
Though only a single second passed in reality,
an eternity unfolded within his thoughts.
He analyzed. Calculated. Searched.
And then—
He understood.
"This isn't Naless' aura… this isn't aura at all…"
He stared at it, unmoving.
He did not know when… or how…
but Naless had touched a power that should not exist within this world.
A power that had always slept within Frey—
a force Frey himself could never draw upon, no matter how hard he tried.
And yet… sohow…
Frey had changed that.
He had given Naless access to it.
Focusing his senses completely, Agaroth grasped the truth.
"It's incomplete… a fusion of aura… and sothing else entirely."
Because it was his first ti wielding it, Naless could not fully manifest that power. What he released was a mixture ...
that unknown force, intertwined with all the aura he possessed.
Realizing everything, the corners of Agaroth's lips curled into a bloody, terrifying smile as he pulled all his aura back into his body.
"To counter such a force… I have no choice but to answer with the sa kind of power."
His body trembled. His fist clenched. His heart thundered louder than ever before.
"The very power that created … and granted existence!!"
The abyss within the King answered.
The devouring monster revealed its true nature, attempting to swallow everything before it in response to Naless' attack.
Agaroth roared as well ...
a blood-soaked war cry that matched Naless' own in weight and fury.
They lunged at one another.
Both unleashed everything—
both aid to end the other.
The ti for gas had ended.
This was no longer a one-sided battle ...
it had beco a true clash, equal in force.
A battle to the death.
Frey's soul burned—
—and with it, an entire world.
A raging inferno that flooded Naless with unimaginable power. Pain and suffering endured by both… for the sake of this final strike.
And The forces collided.
Naless closed his eyes, releasing both his fla and Frey's upon Agaroth, drowning everything in darkness.
A darkness that lasted only an instant ...
before everything turned white.
All fell into the void.
An endless emptiness. A bottomless abyss.
A blank, silent canvas.
Frey fell into it—burning, fading ...
and Naless followed.
The masked warrior reached out.
He struggled. Reached again. Refused to let go—until at last, he caught him.
Gripping him tightly, afraid to lose him… afraid to let him slip away.
He tried to bring him back.
But he couldn't.
So instead—
Naless chose to fall with him.
Together…
into the deepest depths of existence.
...
...
...
— Frey Starlight's POV —
The walls of life frighten .
No matter how far I move forward, I always find another towering wall standing in my path ... blocking , halting . Sotis I manage to climb over it with unbearable difficulty… but more often, I fail, left stranded before it, unable to move.
And whenever I do manage to overco one, another—taller, harsher—awaits beyond it.
There were tis I wanted to close my eyes, to turn away… afraid of what lay ahead. Afraid to keep going.
Yet strangely enough…
I always opened them again.
Again and again, I chose to move forward—despite the fear, despite my helplessness.
It happened so many tis it began to feel endless… like a cycle with no end.
But this ti was different.
This ti… it truly felt like the last.
When the Demon King stood before ...
in all his overwhelming power and tyranny ...
I knew.
This was the end.
And I didn't resist it.
I didn't mind dying.
Because I was certain—what I left behind would remain.
The path had already been carved…
and no force in this vast universe could erase it.
So, at peace…
I closed my eyes.
And let myself drift away.
The burning was painful.
It felt like I was being consud by flas worse than molten magma… suffocated by smoke heavier than any fog.
It hurt.
But within that pain… I found comfort.
Because it was the sa pain Danzo and Clana endured .
I felt close to them.
And I accepted it… as my due.
In that acceptance, I found peace.
And brought a long chapter of my journey to an end—
a journey where nothing was ever ordinary.
But then…
The burning faded.
The smoke vanished.
And a cold sensation washed over my body ... freeing from a tornt I had been ready to endure forever.
And once again…
I opened the eyes I had closed.
And the story… continued.
When I did ... Naless was standing before .
We faced each other in the darkness, our identical eyes reflecting one another like violet mirrors—
as if created to remind us of what we truly were.
I smiled at my masked companion…
tilting my head slightly.
"Shall we go?"
Naless nodded.
And together, we walked ...
deeper into the darkness and the faint mist that filled it.
"How was it?" I asked, curiosity slipping into my voice.
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"The power of my burning soul…"
Naless answered, a trace of awe in his tone.
"It was… incredible. Greater than anything I've ever seen."
"And the Demon King… how did he look when he saw it?"
Naless lowered his head slightly before replying.
"He looked afraid… uneasy… and excited… all at once."
"I see… so my soul really is that special."
He nodded.
And we continued walking.
The darkness grew heavier with each step—
thicker, more suffocating.
After a long silence…
I asked the question that had lingered in my mind above all else.
"Why… did you stop the burning?"
I turned slightly toward the masked warrior beside .
He didn't answer imdiately.
Instead, he lifted his gaze into the endless dark—
as if searching for sothing within it.
Then he spoke.
"I didn't."
That answer startled .
"What do you an?"
My soul should have burned completely—
consud down to the very last fragnt of my being.
That was the plan.
Yet it had stopped.
And here I was… opening my eyes again.
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