The Fall of Yuuki– The Sovereign’s Wrath

In a secluded forest clearing, Yuuki Kagurazaka, Kagali, and the Harlequin Alliance stood beneath the pale moonlight, the soft rustling of leaves the only sound accompanying their triumphant murmurs.

The cold night breeze caressed their faces, but none of them felt it.

They were too consumed by their own victory, their eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction.

The body of Chloe Aubert lay nearby, encased in a dark crystal coffin that pulsed with a faint, ethereal glow.

Her lifeless form, serene and still, was illuminated by the moonlight, making her look as though she were merely asleep.

Yuuki stood with his arms crossed, a sinister smile curling at the corners of his lips.

He gazed down at Chloe's body, his eyes gleaming with cruel ambition.

"Finally…" Yuuki's voice was a low, predatory murmur, dripping with satisfaction.

He slowly ran his fingers across the crystal's surface, feeling the faint pulse of Chloe's latent power.

"The Sleeping Saint… in my hands."

He turned to Kagali, his smile widening.

"Once I activate her dormant strength, the world will finally be mine."

Kagali, her eyes glimmering with malice, grinned cruelly.

"Fufufu… to think Luminous guarded such a treasure… and now, it belongs to us."

The Harlequin Alliance, seated around the clearing, laughed mockingly.

Tear, leaning back against a tree, smirked as she twirled a dagger between her fingers.

"Hehe… you really outdid yourself this time, boss."

Footman, arms folded, grunted in satisfaction.

"To think we got away so easily. That old hag Luminous must be livid."

Laplace, however, leaned forward, his eyes glimmering with mischief, and asked curiously,

"Hey, Boss… what's next? When do we start using the cute lil' Saint to wipe out Tempest?!"

Yuuki's smirk widened, his eyes glowing with cruel anticipation.

He could already see it in his mind—the world trembling beneath the unstoppable might of Chloe, the reincarnated hero, under his control.

"Soon…" he whispered, his voice laced with dark promise.

"Very soon."

But just as he turned his gaze back to Chloe's body, ready to begin his dark ritual—

A terrifying presence filled the clearing.

Without warning, the sky darkened, the stars vanishing as though the heavens themselves recoiled in fear.

A sinister pressure fell upon the clearing, like the weight of eternity crushing down upon them.

The trees withered instantly, their leaves crumbling to ash, as the ground itself seemed to sink under the weight of the immense power.

The Harlequin Alliance's laughter stopped abruptly.

The once brash and cocky criminals now stiffened, their eyes darting around in confusion, their smiles faltering.

"H-Hey… what the hell is going on?" Tear stammered, her voice quivering.

Her dagger slipped from her hand, clattering uselessly to the ground.

Laplace's eyes narrowed, his playful demeanor vanishing instantly, replaced by a look of genuine concern.

"Oi, boss… did you do this?" he asked, his voice lowering cautiously, glancing at Yuuki.

But before Yuuki could answer, the entire area shifted.

The forest itself vanished, and they suddenly found themselves in an endless void of blackness.

The ground beneath their feet became a shifting, swirling abyss, and the sky was an infinite expanse of darkness, dotted with pulsating blood-red stars.

The air became heavier, each breath like suffocating in tar.

The space around them felt wrong, like reality itself had been rewritten.

Then, it came.

A deafening voice, deep and commanding, filled the entire void.

It was everywhere—within the air, within their bones, within their very souls.

Cold, detached, and merciless.

"Yuuki Kagurazaka…"

The moment Yuuki heard his name, his eyes widened, and a chill rushed down his spine.

He recognized the voice instantly.

His eyes darted around, trying to find the source, but all he could see was darkness.

"You have once again crossed the line…"

The Harlequin Alliance fell to their knees, the pressure growing heavier.

They clutched their throats, gasping for air, their faces contorted in agony.

Laplace's hands trembled violently as he clawed at the nonexistent ground, his fingers digging into nothingness.

"W-What the hell is this…?!" he choked out.

His usually carefree voice was now hoarse with fear.

Footman screamed, his body writhing in pain, unable to move.

Tear sobbed uncontrollably, her face contorted in terror, her eyes wild.

Even Kagali, the cruel and composed witch, clutched her head, trembling violently.

Her eyes were wide with horror, her lips trembling in silent disbelief.

And then, from the darkness, a figure emerged—

Yuuya, shrouded in pure blackness, his crimson eyes glowing with merciless fury.

His voice was low, cold, and absolute, void of emotion.

"But this… will be the last time."

Without raising a hand, Yuuya activated his Conqueror Sovereign.

A wave of darkness surged forth, and before Yuuki could react, he felt it—

His skills began to unravel.

"W-What…?" Yuuki's eyes widened in shock as he felt his energy being drained.

"No… NO!" he screamed, his voice turning into a desperate snarl.

But it was too late.

Tendril-like wisps of pure darkness wrapped around him, sinking into his flesh and soul, pulling at the very essence of his power.

His Ultimate Skill: Creator, the foundation of his schemes, was being ripped away.

"NOOOO!!!" Yuuki screamed, his voice echoing in the void, his eyes wild with terror.

The Harlequin Alliance, too, were not spared.

The dark tendrils slithered toward them, piercing into their bodies, and absorbing every ounce of power.

Footman howled, his face twisting in agony as his strength vanished, leaving him a frail, pathetic husk.

Tear's once terrifying skills were stripped away, her body convulsing violently as she wailed.

Laplace, once cheerful and cocky, sobbed brokenly, his hands clawing at his vanishing power, unable to stop the inevitable.

And then, Yuuya spoke, his voice a dark proclamation, calm and cruel.

"I will not kill you."

His crimson eyes glimmered with cruel satisfaction.

"No… that would be too merciful."

Yuuki, gasping for breath, clutched his chest, feeling his powerless, trembling body.

He felt… ordinary.

Weak. Fragile. Helpless.

Yuuya's voice dropped into a low, cruel whisper, his eyes glowing with merciless finality.

"From now on… you will be nothing more than insects. Forgotten by history. Powerless. Irrelevant."

The Harlequins sobbed and pleaded, but Yuuya was unmoved.

The black void slowly faded, and the group found themselves back in the clearing, the scorched earth cracked and broken from the sheer pressure of Yuuya's power.

But everything had changed.

The Harlequin Alliance, once feared across nations, were now reduced to broken husks, trembling violently, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Their once-powerful auras were gone, replaced by the faint, frail presence of ordinary beings.

Laplace, who once cackled with reckless glee, sat hunched over, his eyes hollow and empty, trembling as he stared at his powerless hands.

His voice cracked, a hoarse whisper slipping from his trembling lips.

"…N-No… this can't be real… it can't be…"

Tear, once a sadistic assassin, clutched her face, sobbing uncontrollably, her nails digging into her own flesh as she wailed.

"My… my power… where is it?! GIVE IT BACK!"

Her voice cracked, the sound of her anguish piercing the stillness of the clearing.

Footman, once a brutal powerhouse, was now kneeling in the dirt, his huge hands trembling as he gripped the cracked earth, tears of frustration and horror dripping down his face.

"I-I… I can't feel it… I… I'm weak…" he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes wide with disbelief.

And then there was Kagali.

The once proud witch, feared for her cunning and cruelty, now sat on her knees, her eyes dull and her face pale, as if the life had been drained from her.

Her fingers trembled violently as she tried to cast a spell, but nothing happened.

The arcane glow that once danced at her fingertips was gone, forever beyond her grasp.

Her voice shook, weak and disbelieving.

"No… no, no, no, no, NO!!" she shrieked.

"I-I'm a witch! A supreme being! I can't be… weak!"

Her voice cracked into a hoarse wail, the realization of her frailty breaking her mind.

And then, there was Yuuki.

Once a smug, cunning, and manipulative mastermind, he was now reduced to a hollow shell.

His once piercing eyes were now glazed over, filled with shock and disbelief.

He slowly raised his shaking hands before his face, his fingers twitching weakly, as though he still couldn't believe that his Ultimate Skill was truly gone.

He clenched his fists, trying to summon even a trace of power—

But nothing came.

A bitter laugh slipped from his lips, but it was hollow, devoid of its former confidence.

He staggered backward, trembling slightly, as he clutched his chest, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of helplessness.

He stared at Chloe's crystal coffin, which he had once planned to control, but now—

It was beyond his reach.

The powerless man could do nothing but stare at it with bitter emptiness.

Yuuki's breath came in shaky gasps, his voice low and broken.

"N-No… this isn't… this isn't possible…"

He stumbled forward and clutched at his chest, desperate to feel the familiar rush of power that was no longer there.

"My… my skills… my… strength…"

His hands trembled violently, his knees buckled, and he slumped to the ground.

He stared at his powerless hands, his eyes wild and unfocused, and let out a ragged, choking laugh.

"No… no, no… I… I can't be weak… I CAN'T!"

From the darkness, Yuuya reappeared, walking toward the fallen group with slow, deliberate steps.

The crimson glow in his eyes was gone, replaced by a cold, unfeeling gaze, his face an expressionless mask of detached indifference.

He stood before Yuuki, towering over him, his presence crushing and absolute.

Yuuki, now a pathetic, broken man, glared up at him, his eyes filled with raw hatred and impotent rage.

"I'LL KILL YOU!!" Yuuki suddenly snarled, his voice cracking with desperation.

He lunged forward, his fists weakly swinging—

But Yuuya didn't move.

Instead, he simply raised his hand, catching Yuuki's feeble punch effortlessly.

Yuuki's entire body trembled from the impact, but Yuuya's hand didn't budge.

The fallen mastermind panted heavily, his body trembling with fatigue, and glared into Yuuya's calm, unyielding eyes.

Yuuya's voice was low, calm, and cold as death.

"It's over, Yuuki."

He tossed Yuuki aside like discarded trash, sending him crashing into the dirt.

Yuuki groaned weakly, coughing violently as he tried to lift himself up, but his limbs were weak and frail.

Yuuya slowly approached him again, his crimson eyes narrowing as he spoke with merciless finality.

"You will no longer terrorize this world… your dreams of conquest… your schemes… your ambitions…"

He leaned down, his voice a dark whisper.

"…are dust."

He slowly straightened, his gaze sweeping over the broken and powerless group.

His eyes were void of pity, filled only with detached finality.

"I could have erased you."

His voice was calm, devoid of emotion.

"But death would be far too kind."

He turned his back to them and began walking away.

The Harlequins, once fearsome criminals, now shivered in the dirt, staring at their feeble hands with broken expressions, sobbing weakly.

They were nothing now.

Yuuki, face down in the dirt, clawed at the soil, his body trembling violently with raw despair.

He let out a ragged, empty scream, his voice hoarse and broken, but Yuuya did not look back.

Without sparing them another glance, Yuuya extended his hand toward Chloe's crystal coffin, encasing it in his divine energy.

The coffin vanished, safely teleported back to Ruberios, where Luminous awaited her return.

With a final glance at the broken husks of once-feared villains, Yuuya's voice drifted through the wind, a merciless decree.

"Live… in your pathetic weakness… and be forgotten."

And with that, he vanished, leaving the fallen villains to wallow in their defeat and despair, forever stripped of their power—

Reduced to nothing but dust in the wind.