Doni's silhouette, poised at the edge of the crimson dragon claw, wavered like a candle in the wind.
A "King of Swords" and one of the highest‑ranking God‑slayers, he should have been unmatched—yet every bone and limb now felt bound by an invisible vice.
The rift‑rending claw was not even aimed directly at him, but the power it radiated made his very soul tremble.
‑ Time flowed chaotically in front of those talons.
‑ Space itself was pried apart.
‑ Light and sound curled into grotesque vortices.
"Impossible! What kind of power is this?!"
Doni's pupils shrank. Blond hair whipped about in the raging currents of energy as he drew the holy sword at his hip, hoping sword‑qi could shield him.
A brilliant golden arc flared before him—yet the moment that famed blade, said to "cleave all creation," touched the claw's aftershock, it screamed under the strain; a web of cracks raced across its edge.
The residual force swept past like a tsunami.
Sword and swordsman alike were dragged into a zone where space and time were being erased. He struggled for barely half a second before his authority, his pride, and even his very existence were ground to dust—vanishing without a trace.
The dragon claw faded.
Far away, the hundreds‑li‑long spatial fissure in the sea sealed shut, as though it had never been.
Luo Hao stared at the spot where Doni had disappeared, her clenched fist trembling. She did not mourn him—God‑slayers were long inured to death—but the casual horror of Rei Ao's power stunned her. It lay outside any God‑slayer's "authority," more like power given physical form.
Her voice quavered with disbelief. The boastful King of Swords, felled in an instant?
Rei Ao withdrew his hand; prismatic eyes were placid, as though he had squashed an ant. Pandora clapped mockingly at his side. "Ah ~ another 'child' gone. Rei Ao, you're ruthless—striking down your own 'kind'~"
Luo Hao swung toward him. "You did that on purpose."
She recalled the claw's angle: calculated to catch Doni.
Rei Ao shrugged. "He annoyed me before. Since he walked in, I cut him down on the way."
Luo Hao fell silent. In her world, strength ruled; the strong decided life and death. Rei Ao's decisiveness and dominance were precisely a true strongman's bearing. Suppressing her shock, she drew a slow breath and bowed, eyes complex yet respectful.
"I see. I underestimated you, Rei Ao-sama."
She steadied herself, voice resolute. "I, Luo Hao, lost our wager. From this day, I recognize you as… master."
The word "husband" stuck in her throat, but her posture said more than words.
Rei Ao merely nodded. "Rise. I accept your loyalty."
Luo Hao stood, gaze turning toward the distant "Japan." A chill flashed in her eyes.
"Rei Ao-sama, may I borrow some time?"
"The Monkey God's seal was not forged by divinity alone." Her voice was ice. "The onmyōji of Japan archipelago hope to control that divine power. I will settle that debt."
Rei Ao had no objection. "Fine—half an hour."
"Ten minutes will do."
A blood‑tinged smile curved across her lips; she became a scarlet streak and vanished into the sky.
What followed was calamity for the Japan archipelago. Luo Hao's thunderous sweep annihilated every onmyōji faction—from the ancient Abe clan to upstart shikigami users.
Shrines toppled, wards shattered, talismans and spirits crumpled beneath her fists.
Ten minutes later she returned.
Every ruling onmyōji was uprooted; the remnants could no longer threaten anyone.
Rei Ao planned to let Erica seize control of the region—prime time for Bronze Black Cross's influence to seep in. Saying no more, he tore open space and, with Luo Hao and Pandora, stepped back into Bronze Black Cross headquarters in Europe.
Bronze Black Cross Headquarters, Alps
The ancient castle, hidden deep in the mountains, now hummed with a new vitality.
In the library, Shinomiya Kaguya and Hayasaka Ai sat side by side, thick grimoires spread out. Kaguya adjusted imaginary glasses, tracing complex runes on vellum. "Hayasaka… can you decipher this?"
Hayasaka leaned in, crisp and composed. "Milady, according to Erica-san's novice handbook, we must first construct a mental‑energy circuit. Allow me to demonstrate the proper meditation posture."
Though a beginner herself, she methodically explained the rudiments of magic.
Nearby, Julis read a volume on elemental affinity, golden eyes alight with curiosity. A noble of the Starmark generation, she found this world's "mana" eerily akin to her own yet moved by entirely different principles.
"So the mana here resembles mana particles, but the way you channel it is completely different…"
Unable to resist, she extended her hand; a faint red glow flickered at her fingertip.
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