Oblivion and Salvation

The Demon Lord (Maou).

Following her advent descending across these battlefields, the Alliance could not dare making any preemptive moves whatsoever.

Standing amidst atmospheric conditions saturated with noxious miasmas blanketing celestial realms, that diminutive silhouette slowly raised her left appendage grasping nothing outwards.

Yet before completing that extended gesture fully, azure sparks erupted across her corporeal vessel startling the Demoness briefly –

Those veiled facial features subtly contorted confirming Doyun observing intently without fail.

Yet that interruption proved momentary – the Demon Lord extended her left palm outwards once more:

Kugugugungg…

The heavens and earth reverberated anguished lamentations while saturated miasmas manifesting spontaneously across widespread terrestrial panoramas converged upon those delicate fingertips concentrating decisively.

Viscous obsidian energies coalesced violently compressing without any discernible limitations – manifesting utmost densities seemingly transcending possibilities itself.

The supreme sovereign reigning atop countless demonic infinities overall.

As those fully manifested miasmas awaited the Demon Lord’s prepubescent commands decisively:

[Oblivion Unleashed.]

Doyun violently screamed towards the Lion King without restraint whatsoever:

“Shield us-!!”

The Lion King promptly swept his appendages outwards channeling mana furiously – while those malign miasmas unleashed catastrophic bombardments without mercy:

Kwaaaaaahhhh—aaaaaahhhh—!!!!

Dense obsidian beam projections erupted outwards far surpassing any solidified frigid offensives Oz had deployed previously – converging directly towards those rampart fortifications ahead without any restraints whatsoever.

Those volcanic wastes where battles during prior acts two and three unfolded – widespread solidified hardened terrestrial footholds evaporated instantaneously without leaving any traces behind whatsoever under that relentless onslaught.

Such overwhelming forces surpassed anything everyone across these battlefields had ever witnessed firsthand besides Enoch himself throughout their entire existential histories whatsoever –

Nothing short of outright annihilating apocalypses manifesting before their very eyes without any restraints arising whatsoever under any circumstances imaginable.

Only the Lion King stood his ground opposing that incursion directly – channeling mana reserves without restraint while unleashing everything possible altogether:

“Hmmmm-!!”

[Pyromantic Elementalism: Elemental Unity – Aphrission]

Torrential infernos erupted violently while searing luminescences briefly illuminated widespread terrestrial panoramas – a colossal pyric avatar’s upper torso manifested vastly overshadowing prior frigid ice golem constructs altogether.

That blazing conflagrant humanoid swept both appendages outwards simultaneously – directly intercepting those obsidian beam projections head-on decisively.

Upon those cataclysmic impacts:

Ttuhrruhrruhnnggg-!!!

Widespread shockwaves powerful enough rattling entire rampart foundations cascaded outwards – commanders alongside infantry forces collapsed overwhelmed unable bracing themselves whatsoever.

Any screams or panicked wails simply drowned out within those deafening crescendos reverberating endlessly underfoot altogether.

“Hmmmm…!”

Obsidian ichor spontaneously hemorrhaged from the Lion King’s oral and nasal cavities immediately – internal trauma sustained reflected viscerally across widespread lacerations manifesting without restraint whatsoever.

Those obsidian projections splintered apart upon impacting those pyromantic avatar’s appendages – fragmenting outwards into widespread dispersals diminishing overall offensive outputs considerably.

Yet despite lessened intensities, those dissipated bombardments still obliterated widespread landscapes completely – evaporating volcanic oceanic regions alongside utterly annihilating fortified bastions reinforced over tens of thousands of years into little more than scattered powdery debris altogether.

Yet the centralized rampart sectors where Doyun alongside remaining warriors remained stationed still persisted unharmed under any circumstances whatsoever –

The Lion King refused relinquishing his defensive stances despite sustaining apocalyptic bombardments relentlessly.

That maximal 10th-Tier Archmage embodied supreme transcendent talents after all – barely able withstanding the Demon Lord’s singular overwhelming offensives even momentarily at most.

Yet by that same token, even such grandmasters could only stall the Maou’s onslaught briefly whatsoever – nothing more, nothing less altogether.

That pyromantic avatar’s limbs steadily dissipated from appendages towards forearms and elbows successively – while those corporeal manifestations flickered akin to mere candle flames amidst raging tempests uncertainly.

Of course, those obsidian projections steadily advanced outwards relentlessly without restraint whatsoever.

Vein lines manifested prominently across the Lion King’s entire corporeal vessel – vascular conduits erupted across palms and forearms causing copious hemorrhaging gushing forth uncontrollably.

Those outstretched limbs trembled violently akin to sustained seismic upheavals overwhelming without respite whatsoever.

Eyes bulged outwards unnaturally while crimson tears streamed downwards – oral and nasal hemorrhaging exploded outwards like erupting dam breaches altogether.

“—–“

He opened his jaws spewing blood torrents while roaring out defiantly yet ultimately, nobody across those widespread battlefields could hear anything above those deafening crescendos drowning out everything whatsoever.

Despite reaching personal limits already, the Lion King’s sheer indomitable willpower temporarily transcended utmost extremities – protecting the Alliance no matter what ultimate sacrifices demanded altogether.

Only once that pyromantic avatar’s shoulders alongside cranial regions dissipated completely did those obsidian projections finally extinguish whatsoever.

Amidst that cataclysmic clash erupting between those supreme existences, thunderclaps erupted across pitch-black celestial horizons while frenzied volcanic upheavals swept across widespread terrestrial panoramas attempting restoring any interim equilibriums imaginable –

Accompanied by resounding impacts manifesting with widespread fortification collapses reverberating across every direction simultaneously:

Kwahkwahng!

Kugugugung…

The Lion King simply collapsed kneeling helplessly afterwards – utterly unable remaining upright any longer whatsoever even before national sovereignties themselves.

“Your Majesty!”

“Healers! We need healers immediately-!!”

Generals rushed inwards assessing the Lion King’s critical conditions alongside incoming healers without restraint whatsoever.

“Kuhuhhkk!”

Trembling jaws hemorrhaged copious viscous arterial clots violently.

Realms descended into swirling crimson miasmas while craniums threatened explosive decompensation overloads altogether – oral and nasal interiors overwhelmed by nothing except sanguine odors saturating without respite whatsoever.

Every single sensory modality manifested only visceral anguish accompanied by copious hemorrhaging traumas overall.

Thanks to Sophie transporting him atop those rampart bulwarks alongside other warriors prior to the Demon Lord’s advent earlier, they immediately assisted rendering emergency stabilization efforts overall.

From that single decisive strike alone, the Lion King had been completely eliminated without any further combat capabilities remaining viable whatsoever.

“…”

After witnessing those revelations unfold steadily, Doyun promptly glanced ahead focusing his attentions decisively – emanating intense ethereal auras manifesting without restraint whatsoever:

One solitary colossal silhouette materialized before the Demon Lord’s diminutive presence decisively:

Shuu-shuuk!

[Hegius’ Style Martial Arts – Instantaneous Displacement]

Rearing back that right fist decisively, the Saint King alone manifested beside the Demon Lord directly – exerting profound forces projecting from every single tensed muscle fiber contorting across his weathered jawline without restraint whatsoever.

[Hegius’ Style Martial Arts – Supreme Fist]

The Alliance’s paramount striker unleashed without any parrying opportunities remaining whatsoever – his fist accelerated forth at terminal velocities leaving compressed atmospheric distortions blazing incandescent across every airflow trajectory converged upon decisively.

Akin to descending meteors arcing downwards at terminal velocities, fist surfaces manifested overwhelmed by hyper-compressed atmospheric densities erupting furiously.

That utterly annihilating strike soared forth obliterating atmospheric conditions alongside sheer silent velocities altogether – directly assailing Oblivion’s sovereign presence without fail.

Yet the Demon Lord raised that bone-white longsword clasped within her right appendage decisively – already primed unvectoring unerringly towards that incoming fist altogether:

[Buske’s Style Swordsmanship – Spear Deflection]

Shuuuurrrraaaaahhhh—aaannggggg-!!!

Projectile fist impacts converged directly alongside that rapier’s sharpened tip without fail – simultaneously radiating diagonally outwards across both extended limbs alongside sword edge surfaces indiscriminately.

Atmospheric shockwaves propagated with such ferocious intensities that even solidifying magma plateaus erupted skywards akin to titanic bulwark obstructions altogether without restraint whatsoever.

Having withstood those cataclysmic impacts decisively, the Saint King recoiled violently – accompanied by spine-chilling dissonances while his wrists, elbows alongside shoulders collapsed into grotesque contortions simultaneously –

Bbuhdduhdduhk!

“…!”

Yet rather than reacting towards physical anguish sustained or that deflected fist decisively, the Saint King simply widened his eyes trembling uncontrollably altogether instead:

Directly observing the Demon Lord manifesting supreme swordsmanship techniques firsthand without fail.

‘This cannot be…!’

Unmistakable sword stances directly mirroring the Grandmaster Vuyskr’s personal fighting styles – techniques the Saint King witnessed Enoch deploying against Vanguard Commanders countless times over the ages without end!

Realizing those shatteringly visceral revelations assailing him directly, Doyun too widened his eyes reacting with naked incredulity overall.

Yet neither of them would be afforded any interim opportunities deliberating whatsoever –

The Demon Lord’s sword remained in fluid perpetual motions manifesting offensive sequences without pause – those bone-white crystalline edges swept horizontally without any parrying opportunities arising.

Despite reacting instinctively with evasive maneuvers arching backwards evasively, Doyun recognized that technique’s singular framework clearly:

“It ascends vertically!”

[Razvolnic’s Style Swordsmanship – Downwards Vertical Reaving]

Singular stratagem enabled through mastering Localized Acceleration Control principles thoroughly –

That crystalline edge shifted trajectories decisively – descending vertically along near-impossible physical vectors converging upon the Saint King’s cranium without any evadable recourses remaining viable.

Despite the Saint King’s own well-renowned swordsmanship supremacies remaining undisputed across the Alliance overall, he could not hope parsing every minuscule movement manifesting through the paramount warrior’s fully unleashed techniques decisively.

Having failed anticipating that final offensive altogether, the Saint King only belatedly evaded sideways following Doyun’s urgent warnings – yet still suffered grievous lacerations regardless:

Shuraahk-

“…!”

The Saint King’s right arm had been severed completely without restraint whatsoever.

Incapable reacting whatsoever against the Demon Lord’s followup offensives either, the Saint King simply proved too slow manifesting comprehensions altogether.

Viscous obsidian miasmas spontaneously coalesced across the Demon Lord’s left palm – clearly manifesting something distinct from mere noxious Demonic Auras (Maki) whatsoever.

No – those represented quintessential Battle Auras (Haki) converging rapidly instead:

[Hegius’ Style Martial Arts – Supreme Fist]

Utterly incomprehensible forces emanating from that petite childlike vessel erupted outwards violently – directly impacting the Saint King’s dantian without fail.

The Saint King’s corporeal manifestation accelerated forth at terminal supersonic velocities – propelled backwards shattering straight through those rampart fortifications altogether:

Kwaaaaahhhhh—aaaannnngggggg-!!!

Ttuhrrruhrruhnnggg-!!!

Even before those harrowing impact detonations could be heard reverberating audibly, the Saint King’s corporeal form had already embedded deeply across those centralized bulwark interiors violently.

“Ah… Ahhhh…”

“…”

Nobody dared rendering any emergency assistance whatsoever while simply muttering despondently – overwhelmed by visceral resignation without any alternatives whatsoever.

Both paramount champions representing the Alliance’s supreme sovereigns – both the Lion King alongside Saint King now eliminated decisively without any further prospective roles arising under any circumstances imaginable.

No remaining challengers stood any chances opposing the Demon Lord whatsoever – widespread fortifications collapsed precariously from concentrated bombardments altogether.

Everyone across these battlefields succumbed overwhelmed by utterly visceral despairs permeating through every corporeal as well as metaphysical essence without fail.

Truth they had momentarily forgotten amidst those earlier elations following Vanguard Commander subjugations resurfaced hauntingly once more –

Ancient self-evident axioms thoroughly realized since times immemorial itself:

The Alliance could never hope defeating the Demon Lord’s forces under any conceivable scenarios whatsoever.

That singular unshakable truth assailed them relentlessly without any evadable recourses whatsoever.

Any fleeting century-spanning peace glimpsed only manifested through purely miraculous circumstances altogether – thanks to the simultaneously inexplicable existences representing both ‘Oblivion’ herself as the Demon Lord, alongside unfathomable ‘Salvation’ embodied by the Warrior Enoch Razvolnic.

Yet now with the Alliance bereft of any conceivable ‘Salvation’ whatsoever, only the utterly visceral singular ‘Oblivion’ manifested before their eyes – overwhelmingly and unavoidably.

“…”

“…”

Those pitch-black twilight skies. Parched cinereal winds burdened by ashen scents alongside poignant distortions assailing their visual intuitions relentlessly:

Everyone simply remained overwhelmed utterly speechless – dominated completely by those inexorable revelations descending upon them without any possible resistances arising at all.

Yet despite such cataclysmic upheavals unfolding sporadically, they had forgotten one singular hopeful thread remaining – grasping upon ephemeral ‘Salvation’ alluded towards across these entire campaign lengths whatsoever:

Tuhruhk. Tuhruhk.

The Apostle Doyun.

He strode forth passing by those Generals hanging their heads alongside the kneeling Lion King alongside attending warriors – advancing outwards decisively.

“Huhh…”

Doyun exhaled softly while steadying his breathing slowly.

‘Emblematic significance’ remained utterly paramount within warfare scenarios overall. Just as the enemy commanded Vanguard Commanders serving as supreme nemeses, so did the warriors embody challengers directly opposing those existences decisively.

And ultimately, the Demon Lord herself had descended taking the field without restraint whatsoever.

Now the Alliance required manifesting an emblematic existence serving as the Demon Lord’s pre-eminent adversary whatsoever:

‘It seems these masquerades have finally concluded at long last.’

The time had come returning towards Doyun’s original roles manifested throughout these realms as a whole.

Generals alongside those privy towards his true identities scrutinized him vigilantly – while fellow warriors followed Doyun’s trajectories without fail:

‘Lord Enoch…?’

Standing before those rampart edges decisively, Doyun braced his longsword downwards while planting its tip firmly:

No more ‘Apostle Doyun’ remained viable across the Alliance any longer whatsoever.

Just like he had over a century ago, he simply turned his back towards those convergent gazes before proclaiming audibly:

“From this moment onwards.”

Enoch Razvolnic.

“I shall command the Alliance’s forces decisively.”

His irises ignited blazing incandescent aureate luminescences without restraint whatsoever.