Nameless revealed his face to Frey, explaining that their souls were now intertwined; when Frey burned, Nameless burned too, halting his attack on Agaroth. They then found themselves in a void with various versions of Frey, discussing their collective inability to defeat the Demon King. Meanwhile, on Earth, a severely wounded Agaroth thanked a defeated Nameless, acknowledging their shared experience before Agaroth departed.
"I will never forget you… for as long as I live."
The King extended his hand.
Before the eyes of his followers, he was about to bring an end to the one existence that had threatened his life more than any other. The closest witnesses were Wesker, Maskith… and the assassin Vex, who observed from within the shadows.
Wesker had long since lost his composure.
Having witnessed that battle with his own eyes—a battle that far exceeded even his most unrestrained imagination—he felt nothing but helplessness. A crushing, absolute helplessness before such tyranny and overwhelming power.
Vex, on the other hand, did not even dare reveal his presence.
He feared that those monsters might kill him by accident… a meaningless death, erased without purpose. So when they saw Agaroth on the verge of ending Nameless, none of them moved.
They waited.
Silently… for the end.
The only one disturbed by that conclusion—
was, unexpectedly… Maskith.
The old man stood tense, his eyes trembling, his grip tightening unconsciously around his cane.
'Once again… will it end the same way?'
'Must I witness that humiliation again…?'
His thoughts raged within him, in stark contrast to the calm mask he maintained outwardly.
Agaroth had achieved his goal.
His restraints had weakened to the point where he could shatter them at any moment. He had pushed his opponent to the absolute limit ... drained him completely, until nothing remained.
And so… the Demon King declared himself.
The absolute strongest.
The final victor of this game.
Its ending would be sealed with the death of the one who had been pushed to the brink.
He reached out his hand—
and was about to strike.
That was when—
every eye widened in shock.
The game… had not ended.
With a single eye, Agaroth frowned—his gaze locking onto the man who had appeared out of nowhere, grasping his hand.
"Not this time… Agaroth!"
From nothingness, Gehrman appeared—bypassing the Demon King's senses entirely, right before the eyes of all his followers.
Agaroth froze for a single moment.
He could not comprehend how the blue-eyed man had slipped behind him without being detected.
But Gehrman gave him no time to think.
His eyes ignited—his power surged—and he unleashed one of his strongest abilities.
"Chrono Guillotine!!"
Using his mastery over time, Gehrman froze the flow of time from Agaroth's perspective, locking him in place.
Enduring the immense strain of the technique, Gehrman moved instantly—lifting Frey's broken body into his arms and retreating without hesitation.
But the freeze did not last.
Not even three seconds ...
before it shattered.
Agaroth broke free and returned to normal.
Gehrman felt a surge of terror.
The last time he had used this ability on Agaroth, it had held for ten full seconds… yet now—
'Even after being completely drained from battle… he broke it in under three seconds…'
Fear gripped him.
How had Nameless and Frey managed to push this monster to such a state?
But Gehrman did not stop.
Despite the terror clawing at his mind, he pressed forward with everything he had. He knew ...
this was the moment.
The moment he had been waiting for… for a very long time.
A moment far beyond fate.
But he did not realize—
that the Demon King was already behind him.
Agaroth had closed the distance instantly.
"I've always wondered what you were planning… Gehrman."
"If this is your final gamble… then all I can say is—pathetic."
Gehrman turned his head slightly, still clutching Frey tightly in his arms.
"I suggest you look up," he said calmly, unwavering before the King.
"I am not the one you should be targeting."
Agaroth frowned—but complied.
And when he looked up—
he saw it.
A massive creature spread its wings directly above him.
A monstrous bird, its feathers black as coal, its face resembling that of an ancient crow.
One of the Great Ones…
The Devourer of Chaos had descended.
It crashed into the Demon King with full force, slamming him into the ground in a violent explosion that sent dust and destruction scattering across the land.
But Agaroth emerged almost instantly.
Behind him lay the lifeless corpse of the Devourer—pierced through by dozens of shadows blazing with black fire.
The King raised his gaze once more.
Above him ...
hundreds of colossal crows filled the sky.
Massive, blood-soaked birds that eclipsed the heavens themselves, diving toward him without hesitation.
For the first time ...
Agaroth did not understand what was happening.
'How are they bypassing my defenses so easily…?'
'And why would a Great One assist him…?'
For a brief moment, he reconsidered everything—wondering if Odin himself was behind it.
But then—
the sound of footsteps behind him shattered that thought.
"Here, Demon King… I am the answer to your questions."
A human voice spoke.
Agaroth turned.
A human stood behind him, possessing black hair and red eyes.
Seemingly insignificant at first glance.
"Who are you?" the Demon King inquired, already sensing that this appearance was merely a disguise.
The individual standing before him...
...was someone he recognized.
One of the humans who frequented Frey's company.
A student considered elite, yet fundamentally weak.
Dawn Polaris.
However, the voice speaking...
...did not belong to Dawn.
The person's body began to tremble...
...and before Agaroth's astonished gaze...
...a transformation commenced.
He grew in stature, becoming remarkably taller.
His skin shifted to a pale gray hue.
His eyes receded into deep darkness.
Long, gray hair flowed down his back.
And his entire presence...
...underwent a radical change.
Overwhelming.
Dominating.
Sufficiently so...
...to confront the Demon King himself.
Recognition dawned instantly.
"The Great One of Earth..."
"That is correct."
An immense aura coalesced around the Great One, and in the subsequent moment, the Devourers of Chaos descended, swarming from all directions, completely encircling the Demon King.
"This is our first encounter," the Great One stated with composure, "but I must beg your forgiveness... I have no time for pleasantries."
He launched his attack without hesitation, isolating the King from the surrounding environment.
"You shall not depart from here. You will remain confined with me—on this very planet you annihilated with your own actions."
In a display of brutal, thunderous power, the Demon King was submerged beneath countless colossal winged beasts that materialized from the void.
These creatures, brought under the Great One's dominion through unknown capabilities—an unleashed army specifically tasked with his suppression.
This crucial intervention provided Gehrman with the necessary opportunity.
As he ascended into the heavens, their eyes met briefly—a silent understanding passing between them.
'Fulfill your obligation, Gehrman. The destiny of an entire civilization hinges upon your success.'
While the Great One engaged Agaroth, Gehrman had already vanished, far beyond reach.
From within the folds of his cloak, he retrieved an unusual compass-like device. Extending his hand, he activated it, unleashing a searing beam of white light that carved a pathway through the fabric of space and time.
Without a moment's delay, Gehrman stepped through the opening.
And bid farewell to Earth.
Meanwhile, Agaroth remained ensnared, subjected to the unceasing onslaught of both the Devourers of Chaos and the Great One.
Fatigued from his preceding duel with Nameless, he was unable to react with his customary swiftness... compelling him, for the very first time, to issue direct orders to his subordinates.
"Pursue him."
His command resonated directly within their minds.
They acted instantaneously—but only three managed to breach the receding portal in time:
Maskith.
Wesker.
And the Duke of Hell, Vex.
They materialized on the other side...
...entering a world starkly different.
A sky of crimson hue.
A desolate, lifeless expanse.
A peculiar, suffocating planet radiating an oppressive aura.
This inhospitable realm... was the ancient land of Londor.
