Oblivion and Salvation 3

Lilith carried Satan’s unconscious corporeal vessel before gently depositing him atop surrounding imp hordes stationed near the Demon Lord’s vicinity.

Yet she suddenly turned her head feeling inexplicable premonitions – glancing towards the battlefield panorama ahead:

“…Hn?”

Seven distinct silhouettes manifested across the battlefield’s centralized vectors altogether.

Dokkomuyoung, Lei, Brudhild, Heineken, the Saint King, the Lion King.

And standing resolutely before them – Doyun himself.

Every single one of them remained utterly drenched across widespread hemorrhagic exsanguinations following those prior climactic engagements – without any exceptions whatsoever.

Yet Lilith sensed distinct incongruities arising without fail:

“…Just what are they up to…?”

Despite such overwhelmingly dire circumstances assailing them decisively, they radiated unshakable composures without any restraints whatsoever instead.

While the Alliance had gained upper hands momentarily earlier, the entire situational paradigm underwent cataclysmic upheavals altogether – following the Demon Lord’s advent manifesting alongside widespread rampart obliterations, alongside the Lion King and Saint King sustaining near-fatal lacerations.

Even Doyun once the Alliance’s supreme champion exhausted his reserves completely – his corporeal vessel utterly savaged beyond any conceivable recuperations arising.

Absolute oblivion remained the only inevitability awaiting them beyond any doubts whatsoever.

Yet they radiated utter unwavering composures projecting steely resolves burning incandescently across their irises instead – compared to any prior manifestations witnessed, their morale strengths solidified uncompromisingly without any restraints whatsoever.

Even surrounding Generals exuded identical uplifting spirits burning incandescently – their morale reserves eclipsing every single milestone throughout the entire campaign so far.

Despite refraining from raucous cheering outbursts, visceral hopes alongside indomitable willpowers radiated without restraint whatsoever.

‘…Just what on earth…?’

Morale remained paramount deciding factors across every warfare scenario imaginable. Yet simultaneously, uplifting spirits so rapidly elevated these conditions unto veritable sorcerous apotheosis altogether – nothing short of utterly impossibilities themselves!

Lilith realized distinctly – some cataclysmic developments manifested across Alliance dispositions without fail.

Some utterly miraculous phenomena equating the Demon Lord’s advent pronouncing inevitable doomsdays earlier.

And the only singular name comparable towards that dreaded ‘Demon Lord’ epithet easily sprang forth without difficulties –

The Warrior.

‘It cannot be…!’

Lilith’s disbelieving gaze converged directly upon that solitary figure standing ahead of everyone else decisively – channeling the Alliance’s colossal hopes altogether without restraint whatsoever.

His resolute presence radiated uncompromising bulwarks anchoring widespread battlefields steadily – impervious towards any overwhelming despairs assailing without reservations whatsoever.

Utterly undaunted despite harboring such immense burdens altogether – as if harboring extensive experiences manifesting throughout his entire existential journey overall.

Having seen enough confirming visual proof, Lilith dispelled any remaining lingering uncertainties plaguing without fail:

“Ahhhh…!”

He truly represented that legendary existence after all.

Just as the Demon Lord herself reacted with overt disbelief alongside Lilith alongside the Alliance’s renewed morale reserves – Satan’s eyelids fluttered intermittently, flickering opened steadily.

Thanks to those saturating atmospheric miasmas, his corporeal vessel’s grievous lacerations manifested accelerated regenerative capabilities rapidly.

Having regained conscious focus, Satan realized his current circumstances instantly – overwhelmed by concentrated miasmas alongside that singular supreme existential presence manifesting without fail.

The Demon Lord herself had descended across these battlefield planes summoned through Satan’s clarion invocations after all:

“My Lord Demon…!”

He blinked rapidly while ophthalmic cavities remained vacated completely – while ebony sanguine tears streamed copiously accompanied by euphoric adulations alongside remorseful anguishes simultaneously:

“My Lord… I sincerely apologize…”

Satan murmured with trembling intonations dripping visceral shame – reduced into harrowed childlike visages like some hapless abused youth simply unable withstanding overwhelming emotional upheavals assailing without respite whatsoever.

The Demon Lord simply gazed downwards towards Satan dispassionately – yet those ambient miasmas gently enveloped his corporeal vessel conveying her intentions clearly.

Satan sensed profound affections alongside consolations amidst those concentrated presences saturating without restraint whatsoever.

The Demon Lord parted her lips softly while enunciating audibly:

[Rest now.]

Satan’s form trembled violently without restraint whatsoever.

Ah yes, my Supreme Demon Lord… While almost succumbing towards soporific respites amidst those euphoric raptures, Satan suddenly recalled pivotal revelations assailing him – widening those ophthalmic cavities decisively:

“Huhuhhkk!”

Not now – vital truths required conveying towards the Demon Lord without any further delays whatsoever!

“My Lord, My Lord Demon…! That man… He has returned amongst us…!!”

Satan screamed hoarsely while visceral disbelief persisted saturating every syllable exhaled audibly – his wails echoed while channeling ambient miasmas intensifying overall volumes exponentially:

“Enoch Razvolnic! The Warrior has returned decisively…!!”

The Demon Lord alongside her Vanguard Commanders reacted with utter disbelief – while Satan’s unambiguous declarations reverberated steadily across widespread atmospheric vectors without fail.

[…What did you just say?]

Hearing that singular preposterous name escape alongside naked dread staining a Vanguard Commander’s intonations – even the Demon Lord reacted unusually expressive while furrowing her brows without restraint whatsoever.

Just as the Maou prepared commanding Satan elaborating further:

“Demon Lord-!!!”

A courageous wail resounded loudly while addressing that supreme adversary directly – accompanied without any respects arising whatsoever.

Reacting towards such brazen provocations, the Demon Lord turned her cranium slowly while angling downwards decisively –

And finally:

[…!]

Their eyes met head-on without reservations whatsoever.

Realms descended into pitch-black oblivion without any light sources remaining – except both their existential signatures coalescing together as the only entities manifesting within a breathless stillness altogether.

Familiar experiences resonated throughout Doyun’s cognitions – reminding without restraint:

‘…Luna.’

Identical revelations mirroring his initial encounters alongside Luna Thanatos itself without fail.

Just like he had formed visceral intuitions towards Luna through eye contact alone – the Demon Lord instantly recognized Doyun’s existential quintessence without any evadable recourses arising whatsoever.

For both Alliance alongside Demon Lord’s armies altogether – this represented the singular fateful day confirming Enoch Razvolnic’s return decisively.

Those coalescing miasmas across the Demon Lord’s fingertips dissipated unceremoniously – while visible disturbances rippled across delicate facial features obscured behind those diaphanous veils briefly.

Ever since bursting forth from her matriarch’s eviscerated womb physically, she instinctively realized her supremely unparalleled existential birthrights without any doubts arising whatsoever.

Her corporeal vessel harbored the singular zenith quintessence transcending every conceivable mortal ideation imaginable – alongside supreme demonic infinities manifesting altogether indivisibly.

Therefore she instantly recognized that singular entity standing before her without fail – her intrinsic bloodlines recounting harrowing revelations without restraint whatsoever.

The Demon Lord widened her eyes disbelievingly while parting those lips muttering softly under her breath:

[Raz…volnic…?]

The very same entity responsible slaying her matriarch while dying by that predecessor’s appendages stood before them alive and undeterred whatsoever.

For now, Doyun put aside one monumental truth conveyed through her blazing aureate irises alone – an intimation better left towards later clarification efforts instead.

Just like Doyun and Luna manifested together, existential fates remained interconnected through ineffable ethereal threads – yet simultaneously tethered through harrowing blood enmities without any exceptions arising either.

She represented the quintessential Demon Lord, while Doyun embodied the paramount Warrior decisively.

‘The true war begins here and now.’

The singular reason why Doyun had concealed his identities until this very moment:

The Demon Lord’s forces could no longer intercept him whatsoever – while Vanguard Commanders within these wardstone interiors proved utterly incapable contending against Doyun individually outright.

Even the sole Vanguard Commander Archdemon capable challenging Doyun perished decisively – while even her own progeny remained allied on Doyun’s side altogether.

Furthermore following today’s upheavals, the Demon Lord’s forces would remain utterly debilitated from any prospective campaigns beyond these wardstone realms indefinitely after all.

From now on, Enoch Razvolnic would lead the Alliance once more – embroiling the entire continent within widespread apocalyptic warfare scenarios without restraint whatsoever.

The grand age of all-out total warfare had arrived spanning utter existential infinities!

Today’s battlefield panorama would represent the opening chapters across those historical archives remembered until times immemorial – of Warrior versus Demon Lord apocalyptic campaigns manifesting decisively!

Lilith covered her mouth trembling uncontrollably while Oz’s osseous fibers spontaneously resonated dissonant staccatos altogether:

“Imm-, Impossible… Could it truly…?”

“Ohh, Ohohhhh…! Ohohohohhhh…! Ohhh-!”

Vanguard Commanders reacted aghast overwhelmed by visceral dread – especially among those who had faced those nightmarish apocalypses firsthand over a century ago.

[How did you possibly…?]

Even the Demon Lord herself could not remain stoically indifferent whatsoever – with half her bloodlines reacting towards that singular masculine presence recounting harrowing demises previously.

While another portion responded just like Luna had experienced – utterly ambivalent emotional complexities assailing without restraint whatsoever.

Ambient miasmas responded towards her intrinsic intentions manifesting – pitch-black celestial horizons churned tempestuous vortices while atmospheric distortions quaked erratically underfoot.

Yet those upheavals proved momentary – sovereign authority inherited across innumerable demonic infinities reconstituted her imperious composures momentarily.

Having trembled while aflutter earlier, the Demon Lord closed her eyes firmly. When reopening them decisively, only chillingly dispassionate visages remained manifesting without fail:

Doyun felt visceral dread assailing straight towards his metaphysical core simply observing that presence directly – except those burning aureate irises, resembling the previous Demon Lord’s existential aspects uncannily.

Atmospheric miasmas steadily stabilized across widespread vectors without restraint – while Vanguard Commanders too regained composures scrutinizing the assembled warriors vigilantly once more.

‘…Indeed.’

Doyun felt nostalgic reminiscences resurfacing – recounting memories across Nergal’s unhallowed reaches firsthand.

That same overwhelmingly oppressive existential presence personifying the world’s quintessential malignancies concentrated altogether – alongside paramount Vanguard Commanders serving as daunting sovereign guardians without fail.

Identical revelations mirroring the century passed into obscurity altogether – this decisive campaign would indeed prove utterly arduous beyond measure.

‘I may very well perish here today.’

No – the chances of such outcomes remained exponentially higher than imaginable whatsoever instead.

Yet his resolute willpowers remained utterly unshakable without any reservations arising whatsoever under any circumstances imaginable.

When had the name Enoch Razvolnic ever feared death to begin with? Such prospects remained utterly divorced from Regression abilities manifesting across infinite possibilities regardless.

Doyun assessed personal combat conditions thoroughly – having depleted mana reserves completely while sustaining near-crippling lacerations rendering him akin to tattered rags drifting underfoot.

Identical conditions beset his allied warriors decisively – not a single entity remained battle-ready whatsoever under any circumstances imaginable.

Yet their adversary represented the Demon Lord herself – though restricted from manifesting uninhibited strengths somehow, she had eliminated both paramount champions across the entire continent through singular decisive strikes effortlessly after all.

An overwhelmingly daunting adversary without peer overall.

Yet Doyun harbored fervent aspirations burning more incandescently than anything witnessed throughout his entire existential journey so far – the same indomitable willpowers that enabled the Warrior Enoch manifesting across these realms without fail:

‘One chance.’

A singular opportunity remained viable – nothing more, nothing less whatsoever.

If he failed capitalizing upon that opening, the Alliance would have no future whatsoever left. Compared to their overwhelmingly formidable adversary, such prospects seemed utterly bleak beyond measure.

Yet neither Doyun nor his assembled warriors entertained any notions about suffering defeats under any circumstances whatsoever –

Only a singular drive consumed their thoughts concentrating every iota of willpowers manifesting altogether:

Protecting the Alliance no matter what. That represented the solitary priority without any exceptions arising!

Doyun stepped forth while enunciating softly yet resolutely without restraint whatsoever –

Echoing his proclamations uttered towards fellow comrades over a century ago:

“Let’s go.”

“”Yes!””

The new age’s warriors responded towards the First Warrior’s clarion invocations decisively.

Doyun alongside six warriors charged forth straight towards the Demon Lord without any hesitation arising whatsoever –

Witnessing these upheavals unfold steadily through transcendent visionary lenses, the Demon Lord issued her soft commands clearly:

Just like the directives issued towards Vanguard Commanders over a century ago once before –

[Kill him.]

“”Yes!””

Vanguard Commanders rose up confirmations resounding loudly – this time, they would fulfill those mandates previously left incomplete without any failures arising whatsoever!

The final chapters across Muspelheim’s decisive campaigns reverberating throughout histories immemorial had arrived at long last –

The apocalyptic showdown between Warrior and Demon Lord commenced without any further reservations whatsoever!