The final High Archduke dissolved into inert dust, its essence scattered by Reika's perfect, negating cut. A profound, psychic silence settled over the battlefield. Where moments before a massive, chaotic armada had thundered, there was now only a vast, silent graveyard of drifting, frozen wreckage, dissipating miasma, and crumbling, rotted bio-mechanical hulls.
Lucifer and Ren Kagu, their own duels long since concluded, rejoined the six fiancées. The eight of them hovered in the void, a silent, unassailable constellation of power. The "War of Mortals" was over. It had not been a war; it had been an execution. It was a complete, overwhelming, crushing victory for the eight Peak Radiants. Their two years of training, their bond, their combined power—it had not just been validated. It had been proven to be a force of nature, a terrifying, cohesive weapon that established their absolute dominance over any non-Divine threat.
