The battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see—an endless sea of demons swarming toward the ruined city.

    Quill fought at the front, his blades slicing through the hordes.

    With the demon DNA enhancing him, he was no weaker than the devil generals. However, the ones on Asmodeus'' level were still in a league of their own. If Reign were to rank them, the regular generals would be at one star, while those who called themselves king or prince of hell would stand at three stars.

    Using this logic, he estimated that Lucifer, Satan, and Lilith would rank around five stars or higher.

    BOOOM!

    BOOOM!

    BOOOM!

    Lightning tore through the ranks of the hellish army as the hunter''s attack shredded through wave after wave of devils.

    Reign stayed at a safe distance, observing the fight.

    With the commotion Quill was causing, it was only a matter of time before stronger devil generals arrived to deal with him.

    His plan was straightforward—use the hunter demon as bait and then launch a surprise attack.

    It might seem like a cowardly tactic, but it was the smartest move. There was no reason to risk everything just to act impressive, like some protagonist desperate to prove their invincibility.

    Reality didn''t work like that. If the enemy had a secret weapon, it could be the end of him.

    Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind swept through the area, and the ground trembled beneath Quill .

    The earth cracked open, revealing a massive, armored devil rising from the depths. It had the unmistakable aura of a high-ranking general—an overwhelming, suffocating pressure that made even the air seem thick with menace.

    But it wasn''t over yet. More and more devil generals appeared, each one with a unique, terrifying appearance, adding to the mounting pressure.

    Their presence formed a circle around the hunter, tightening with each passing moment.

    Ten of them now stood in a perfect formation, their eyes glowing with malice.

    None of them were as powerful as the kings of hell, but their sheer number was enough to put Quill in a difficult position.

    And the devils knew it too. They took their time, enjoying the pressure they were inflicting.

    One of them, the armored devil, grinned as he slowly paced around the hunter, his voice dripping with disdain.

    From his hands to his arms, pieces of his flesh disintegrated, dissolving into pure energy. He watched as the transformation spread, consuming him.

    His black bones—the defining feature of his previous form—began to vanish, each fragment breaking apart into shimmering particles.

    Reign could feel himself slipping further. His arms, legs, and torso were gone, replaced by streams of glowing red energy that twisted and flowed. Only his head remained intact, but even that began to fracture.

    The system spoke once more, its tone almost reverent:

    [Final evolution sequence initiated. Brace for completion.]

    Reign''s mind raced. He didn''t know what lay beyond this point—what he would become once the transformation was complete. But one thing was clear: there was no turning back.

    The last fragment of his physical form dissolved, and his consciousness was consumed ,

    Then, silence.

    Followed by an eruption of dark, crackling energy. The explosion was so intense that it tore through the air, a shockwave powerful enough to send the miasma flying in every direction.

    It didn''t stop. The dark red light twisted and stretched, carving its way through the air like a massive spear. It reached a barrier in the sky—a shimmering, invisible wall that had held it back until now.

    For a heartbeat, the energy clashed against the barrier, sending ripples through the fabric of the air.

    And then, with a burst of force, it tore through, breaking past the barrier as though it were nothing more than paper. Along with the sudden surge of energy, all the miasma in the world vanished in an instant, sucked up by the space above.

    The light shot through space itself, leaving behind a trail of crimson light that continued to move upward.

    As the miasma vanished and the world was cleansed in an instant, chaos erupted across the land. The entire world trembled in response, the sudden shift leaving every being—human and demon alike—bewildered.

    Without the miasma to cloud their senses, the demons could now perceive something far more dangerous—a massive surge of power coming from the west. It was unlike anything they had ever felt before

    Some of the demons, sensing the overwhelming power, couldn''t help but wonder if this was the moment they had all been fearing of.

    "Could it be Lucifer?" Draven muttered, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Or perhaps Satan,"

    The energy was too massive, too unfathomable, to belong to anyone else.

    ***

    Author''s Note:

    Sorry for the long break. With the holidays and family visiting, I ended up losing track of time. But now I''m back and ready to dive in. This arc will definitely be the most exciting one yet in the series, so stay tuned for some wild twists and turns. Thanks for your patience and support.