The Battle of Legends – Guy Crimson vs. Demon Lord Milim Nava

The air cracked with sheer force as Guy Crimson stood firm, his crimson aura burning like an unholy sun.

Across from him, Milim Nava floated, her body radiating power beyond anything he had ever faced.

Her golden eyes—once filled with mischief and innocence—were now consumed by fury and grief.

The world itself seemed to hold its breath.

Guy spoke first.

"Milim, stop this madness!" His voice was calm but edged with urgency. "I know you're in pain, but destroying everything won't bring them back!"

Milim didn't respond.

She lifted her hand.

A glowing sphere of destruction formed in her palm—Dragon Nova.

Guy barely had time to react.

Milim hurled it.

BOOOOOM!!!

The sheer impact tore through space, obliterating the clouds and warping the land beneath them.

Guy teleported mid-air, barely avoiding the full force, but the explosion still sent him crashing through mountains.

"Tch... Damn it, Milim!"

He didn't get a moment to breathe.

Milim was already on him.

**A punch—no, a meteor strike—**came straight for his face.

He barely managed to raise his arm in time, but the force sent shockwaves that ripped apart the land for miles.

Velzard, from a distance, gritted her teeth.

"At this rate, she'll level everything!"

She quickly raised a barrier, her frost energy crystallizing into massive walls of ice around the battlefield, absorbing the aftershocks.

But even she knew—this wasn't enough.

Milim vanished from Guy's sight.

A split second later—

SLAM!

Her foot connected with his ribs, sending him flying.

He coughed, feeling something inside crack.

Before he could recover—

"DRAGON NOVA!!"

Milim fired another blast.

Guy gritted his teeth and raised his hand.

"Lucifer—Absolute Reflection!"

A crimson barrier formed, absorbing part of the explosion, but the sheer force still sent him spiraling through the air.

He barely stabilized himself when—

Milim appeared right in front of him.

Her hand on his face.

"Die."

BOOOOOM!!!

A point-blank Dragon Nova sent him crashing into the ground.

The Ground Shatters

The entire battlefield trembled as Guy's impact split mountains and turned forests to dust.

Velzard gasped, feeling the shockwave even from behind her barrier.

"Guy—!"

But before she could react—

Milim was already descending.

"I'LL ERASE EVERYTHING!!"

Her aura exploded as her Ultimate Skill, Satanael, Lord of Wrath went into overdrive.

The ground melted beneath her.

The air screamed under her sheer presence.

Guy lay at the center of a massive crater, his body regenerating, but his breathing was heavy.

He wasn't winning.

He wasn't even keeping up.

He gritted his teeth.

"Damn it... If I don't do something, she'll destroy everything."

He clenched his fist—and activated his Ultimate Skill.

"Lucifer—Lord of Pride!"

His aura surged, absorbing Milim's magicule breeder ability—

But only at 50%.

Even with that…

It was still not enough.

The Final Clash

Milim raised her hand again.

Another Dragon Nova began forming, this one even larger than before.

Guy narrowed his eyes.

"I can't beat her like this. I need to end this in one move."

He vanished—teleporting directly behind Milim.

She reacted instantly—spinning around with a kick.

Guy blocked, but his arm fractured from the force.

"Tch—!"

He countered with a blazing fist, but Milim barely flinched.

Their attacks blurred.

A storm of fists, magic, and pure destruction tore through the sky.

Velzard watched, her hands tightening.

"This isn't a fight. This is a war."

Finally—

Guy saw an opening.

He poured everything into one final attack.

"LUCIFER—FINAL DOMINION!"

A crimson sword of pure energy formed in his hands.

Milim roared.

"DRAGON NOVA!!"

Their attacks clashed.

The impact shattered reality itself.

A burst of energy so powerful it rippled across the world.

Velzard's barrier shattered instantly.

The ground beneath them ceased to exist.

For a moment—everything was white.

The Barren Lands Near Dragruel's Territory

The battlefield was unrecognizable.

Once, this place had been a lush land, filled with towering trees and vibrant greenery. Now, it was nothing but a wasteland.

The very earth had been reduced to molten rock, rivers had evaporated, and what remained of the sky was painted in hues of red and black, torn apart by shockwaves.

Dragruel, the Mighty Guardian of the Beast Kingdom, could only watch from the edge of the battlefield.

He had erected a massive barrier to protect his land.

Even he—one of the strongest beings alive—knew he could not intervene.

"Milim… you've lost yourself." His deep voice rumbled as he clenched his fists. "But this is beyond me. Only they can stop you now."

Ramiris' Arrival

Deep within the Labyrinth, far from the battlefield, Ramiris heard the Voice of the World.

Her wings trembled as the fairies frantically swarmed around her.

"L-Lady Ramiris! Did you hear that?! Milim—she—"

Ramiris' face was pale.

"I know. I felt it."

Then the fairies told her the worst news.

Veldanava and Lucia were dead.

She froze.

Her tiny hands clenched into fists. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought them back.

"Milim… you idiot." Her voice wavered, but her heart was firm. "I'm coming."

She vanished.

The Battlefield – Ramiris Witnesses the Nightmare

When Ramiris arrived, she was not prepared for what she saw.

Milim wasn't just fighting.

She was overwhelming Guy.

Guy Crimson— the strongest Demon Lord, was barely keeping up.

Milim's attacks were relentless.

She was a storm of destruction, her body moving with impossible speed, her punches carrying the weight of divine fury.

Each time Guy blocked, the shockwaves tore through the land.

Each time he counterattacked, Milim took the hit and kept going.

Ramiris' breath hitched.

"This… This isn't a fight. This is a massacre."

Then she spotted Velzard in the distance.

The True Dragon of Ice had set up a massive barrier, trying to contain the destruction.

Ramiris flew to her side.

"Velzard! What the hell is going on?!"

Velzard glanced at her, her expression grim.

"You're finally here, Ramiris." Her normally cold voice held an edge of exhaustion.

"Milim has lost herself. Her rage is limitless, and she is only getting stronger."

Ramiris shook her head, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"No… No, she can't… This isn't Milim!"

Velzard turned back to the fight, watching Guy barely hold his ground.

"She's not the same Milim anymore. She evolved. She gained an Ultimate Skill—Satanael, Lord of Wrath. And it's consuming her."

Ramiris felt a chill run down her spine.

She had seen Milim angry before. She had seen her in battle.

But this?

This was something else.

Ramiris clenched her fists. "We have to stop her!"

Velzard's eyes narrowed. "If you have a way, tell me. Because right now, Guy can barely hold his own."

Ramiris looked back at Milim.

She could feel the raw pain beneath Milim's rage.

This wasn't just anger.

This was grief.

This was a child who had lost everything.

Ramiris took a deep breath and flew forward.

"MILIM!!" she shouted.

But Milim did not hear her.

She was too far gone.

And the battle raged on.

In the city of eternal nights, the air in the grand hall shifted.

A sudden pulse of divine energy rippled through the city, causing even the most powerful demons to stop in their tracks. Something had changed.

A golden light shimmered, and in that instant, Arion appeared.

Majestic. Powerful. Different.

His form radiated a newfound authority, but it wasn't just his strength—it was something deeper. A piece of the divine.

The moment he arrived, his four most loyal generals were already waiting.

Diablo, his ever-smiling shadow, bowed deeply.

Testarossa, the ruthless beauty in white, observed him with sharp, analytical eyes.

Carrera, brimming with battle hunger, grinned but stopped short, sensing the shift in his presence.

Ultima, playful yet bloodthirsty, narrowed her eyes.

For the first time, they all felt something foreign in their Lord.

Something that wasn't there before.

Diablo, always perceptive, was the first to step forward.

"My Lord," he said smoothly, but there was something else in his tone—curiosity.

His crimson eyes gleamed with intrigue.

"You've changed. I can feel it. This isn't just an increase in power… This is something else."

Testarossa, her red eyes flickering, nodded.

"It's divine," she murmured, her voice unreadable. "You've touched something beyond mortals and demons alike."

Carrera cracked her knuckles, her grin widening. "Tch, I don't care what it is, as long as we still get to blow stuff up."

Ultima, arms crossed, tilted her head. "But… it's different. It's not like Veldanava, and it's not like a god."

They all stared at him.

Arion, standing tall, his gaze steady, finally spoke.

"Veldanava entrusted me with his will."

The room fell silent.

Even Diablo, for once, was speechless.

Arion continued. "I am not a god. I do not seek to be one. But I carry his essence, his knowledge… and some of his power."

Testarossa inhaled sharply. "That means you…"

Diablo grinned wider. "You're not just a ruler anymore. You are the one who will inherit everything he left behind."

Arion closed his eyes for a brief moment.

He had spoken with Veldanava, the Greatest Being to Ever Exist.

He had felt the weight of his choices.

And now, his path was clear.

But then—

A shockwave tore through the sky.

Arion snapped his gaze upward.

A disturbance.

A storm of rage and destruction.

Even from here, he could feel her.

Milim.

She was burning everything.

Her wrath was consuming the land, the sky, the very laws of nature.

And at the center of it—

Guy Crimson.

Fighting for his life.

Testarossa's eyes flickered. "That energy… Milim? But this… this is beyond anything she's ever done."

Diablo, uncharacteristically serious, took a step forward.

"She's evolved."

Carrera's smirk vanished. "Tch. And she's lost it."

Ultima looked up, wide-eyed. "She's not even holding back."

Arion narrowed his eyes.

He had known this would happen.

He had seen this moment coming since his last conversation with Veldanava.

Milim was walking the path of destruction.

And no one—not even Guy Crimson—could stop her.

Arion turned to his generals.

His voice was calm. Absolute.

"Let's move."

And in a blink—

They were gone.

High above the raging battle, four figures materialized.

Unseen. Unfelt.

Watching. Waiting.

Arion had veiled them in illusion, masking their presence.

Below them, chaos reigned.

Guy was bleeding. His elegant red coat was torn, his movements slower than before.

Milim, untouched, unrelenting, continued her onslaught.

"Damn it—MILIM!!" Guy roared, dodging another earth-shattering blow.

But she didn't stop.

She couldn't stop.

Her power, her Ultimate Skill—Satanael, Lord of Wrath—was in full motion.

Diablo, hovering beside Arion, observed the battle like a scholar admiring an unsolvable equation.

"This… is magnificent." His voice was barely above a whisper.

Carrera cracked her knuckles. "Hah! This is insane. Guy's getting wrecked!"

Testarossa crossed her arms. "No. Guy is stalling. But he won't last much longer."

Ultima bit her lip, her usual excitement replaced with something else.

"...She's crying."

Arion's gaze sharpened.

Ultima was right.

Even as Milim destroyed everything in her path—her eyes were filled with tears.

This wasn't just rage.

This was grief turned into destruction.

Testarossa exhaled. "What's the plan, my Lord?"

Arion didn't answer immediately.

He simply watched.

Milim wasn't ready to be stopped.

And he knew he did not want to interfere just yet.