The black citadel sprawled across the sky, its rooftops and streets perfectly ordered—yet eerily empty. The silence hung heavy, ancient as time, pressing down on everyone below until breathing felt like a struggle.
Draconis could feel V-power surging through him, his body caught between stasis and amplification. The Regalia Blade's boost had jumped again—now amplifying his strength by a staggering fifteenfold.
A flicker of killing intent flashed in his eyes. Without warning, Draconis vanished, reappearing right in front of Kokabiel.
He swung the Regalia Blade. Magic surged, the blade howling through the air—so powerful it made every heart on the battlefield skip a beat.
This wasn't just a high-class devil's strike. It was something far beyond.
Rias and her team watched, stunned and elated. No one had guessed Draconis could push his power this high.
For the first time, Kokabiel got serious. He whipped his fallen angel wings around, feathers hardening into swords to block the incoming blow.
Divine and demonic power collided, the shockwave tossing Rias's group aside like leaves in a storm—only Draconis and Kokabiel remained locked in the center.
Draconis didn't pause. He pressed the attack, unleashing a relentless barrage, each strike faster and heavier than the last.
Kokabiel gritted his teeth, forced onto the defensive. He'd never imagined this kid could reach such heights—and stranger still, Draconis wasn't even bothering to defend. He was all offense, all the time.
Did he think Kokabiel was some pushover?
Fury boiled inside the fallen angel. Finally, he decided to take a hit just to land one of his own. He swung his sword of light, aiming straight for Draconis's neck—a lethal blow.
But what happened next defied belief. Draconis met the blade with bare flesh. The sword should have sliced clean through, but his neck didn't even bleed.
Not a scratch.
What kind of monster was this?
Kokabiel had fought countless wars, but never had he seen anyone tank a full-powered strike like that. He was a fallen angel cadre—his attacks were legendary. Now, he couldn't even break skin.
And as payback, Draconis's sword crashed down on Kokabiel's shoulder, nearly severing his arm.
Citadel of Endless Dusk was fully active now—and Draconis was unstoppable. His state was frozen, locked in this moment of invincibility. He wouldn't heal, but he couldn't be hurt, either.
No need for defense—just attack, attack, attack. With his power boosted and the citadel active, he could keep this up for fifteen minutes.
Draconis shot into the sky, Kokabiel following. They became twin streaks of light, trailing ribbons of magic as they clashed above the battlefield.
Draconis hammered away, Kokabiel's counterattacks useless. The fallen angel was forced to block, frustration mounting with every failed attempt.
"This is insane… What kind of cheat power is this?" Kokabiel snarled.
He threw out both hands, divine energy boiling into a tidal wave, trying to halt Draconis's charge.
But it was pointless. Draconis plowed through, ignoring the attack, bursting from the wave with a furious slash.
Slash!
Two black wings hit the ground, severed in a single blow.
"Damn you! You cut off my wings!" Kokabiel shrieked.
Draconis's eyes were cold. "Don't act so proud. You're just a black-feathered bird."
He pressed the assault, blade flashing again and again.
Kokabiel raged, but he was helpless. Draconis was stronger now—stronger than a fallen angel cadre.
He was dominating Kokabiel.
Rias and Akeno stared, speechless. They'd known Draconis's Balance Breaker would be powerful, but this was on another level entirely.
"Quick, break the magic circle!" Rias snapped, regaining her composure. With Draconis holding the line, Kokabiel was too busy to interfere—now was the time to neutralize the spell.
Draconis felt the drain of magic, a silent sigh in his heart. The power consumption was brutal—even with his boosts, he couldn't keep this up forever.
Could he finish Kokabiel before time ran out?
If not, things would get ugly.
Without Citadel of Endless Dusk, Draconis was just a mid-class devil. He could fight at high-class level, but against Kokabiel, he'd be outmatched.
He needed to end this—fast.
His attacks grew even fiercer.
Being beaten down by someone he'd dismissed as insignificant, Kokabiel's fury reached new heights.
"Don't get cocky, you damn insect! This state won't last forever! Let's see how long you hold out!"
Centuries of experience had given Kokabiel sharp instincts—he'd already spotted Draconis's weakness. He knew this invincibility wouldn't last. When it ended, he'd have his revenge.
Draconis's expression didn't change. He snorted, voice icy.
"Annoying."
The Regalia Blade split into a thousand sword shadows, tearing through Kokabiel's defenses. Wing after wing fell, feathers scattered—ten in all, stripped bare.
Thud!
Draconis caught an opening and kicked Kokabiel square in the face, sending him reeling.
Kokabiel lost it. He'd never suffered humiliation like this.
Boom!
Divine power exploded as Kokabiel unleashed a super-class spell.
"Seraph's Judgment!"
He roared the name—he wasn't a true seraph, but the spell's destructive force was real. If he finished casting, the city would be obliterated.
Rias and the others froze, horror in their eyes.
If Kokabiel succeeded, the consequences would be catastrophic.
But Draconis stayed calm, eyes narrowing.
"Losing your cool already? Do I look like I'm not here?"
He swung his sword, casting a suppression sigil at the same time. Blade and magic collided, snuffing out Kokabiel's spell before it could take shape.
Trying to cast a high-cost, easily interrupted spell right in front of him—did Kokabiel think Draconis would just stand aside and watch?
Not a chance.
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