Location: The Human World — High Atmosphere to Lunar Surface.
Date: Friday, December 26, 2025. (Easter Egg: Christmas Night).
The fight in the plaza hadn't even cooled down before the air fractured. Null and Fang were walking back, the adrenaline still humming in their veins, when a portal didn't just open—it tore.
Before Null could even twitch, a cold piece of steel pressed against the side of his throat. A thin line of red appeared.
"I have fought with you many times before," Aris's voice was like ice grinding against a tombstone. He stood right behind Null, his single hand steady on the hilt. "I let you live in many of them. I watched you grow, hoping you'd become something worth killing."
Null went still. Around them, hundreds of portals began to vomit out obsidian-clad knights. Two thousand? Three thousand? The street was suddenly a sea of black armor.
"Did you really think you could get away after this battle? No... this war?" Aris whispered. He looked at the surrounding knights. "I know you've fought thousands of those weaklings Satan used to throw at you. But these aren't demons. These are Executioners."
I. The Kick into the Stars
Fang didn't hesitate. He knew Null needed a second of breathing room. The blue-eyed wolf-man floated up, his aura expanding to push back the first wave of knights.
Null took the opening. He teleported—not away, but directly behind Aris. It was a move that had worked on everyone else.
Aris didn't even look. He swung his heavy obsidian sword with a speed that made no sense. The blade was massive, heavier than two Earths combined, but in Aris's grip, it moved like a feather.
Just how strong is this man? Null thought, his eyes widening as the flat of the blade caught him in the chest.
"Merry Christmas," Aris said.
The impact wasn't a hit; it was a launch. Null was sent screaming through the atmosphere. He tore through the clouds, through the stratosphere, the friction of the air burning his clothes away. He was moving so fast he felt the air stop and the vacuum of space begin.
II. The Truth in the Silence
As he drifted, moving away from the blue marble of Earth toward the cold, grey face of the moon, the silence of space hit him.
I can't remember things because of the Plague... I couldn't beat Satan without Fang... Null closed his eyes. He stopped fighting the momentum. He just listened to the quiet.
Everything I knew was a lie, he realized. The 'Hybrid' story. The Divine Blood.
A vision flickered in his mind. He saw his father not a God, just a man. A powerful warrior, yes, but a human who was murdered by jealous criminals. He saw his mother a low-ranked elf who died in the same bloodbath. He saw his brother's face before the end.
"So why did Fang lie?" Null asked the void.
A shimmering image appeared in front of him: Kid umbros. The child version of his friend looked at him with sad, ancient eyes.
"It was necessary," Kid umbros said. "I asked him to mix the stories of my parents with yours. You weren't ready to know you were just a human who lost everything. God ordered the lie so you could awaken later. If you knew the truth too soon, you would have collapsed."
"I see," Null whispered. "But who am I seeing right now?" "I see you… reader."
"I see you," Kid umbros replied, his image flickering as Null slammed into the surface of the moon. "Seems like you don't have much time. I will explain later."
III. The Transformation
Null stood up in the lunar dust. The "Silver King" was gone.
"Please... allow me to use you to the fullest," Null said, reaching out his hand.
His scythe didn't just appear; it melted and reformed into a sleek, dark sword. As his fingers gripped the hilt, his snowy white hair began to turn—not to silver, but to a Jet Black so deep it looked like a hole in reality.
The cross-shape in his eyes didn't just glow; it broke. The lines floated out of his pupils, rising above his head and weaving together into a Grey Crown.
He wasn't a hybrid. He wasn't a God of Balance. He was a human who had mastered the Void through sheer, unadulterated loss.
IV. The Clash of Worlds
Aris was already there. He had flown from Earth, a streak of black fire approaching the moon.
Null didn't wait. He kicked off the lunar surface, the force of his jump shattering the ground beneath him and sending him hurtling toward the knight.
Their blades met in the vacuum between worlds.
BOOM.
There was no sound in space, but the shockwave was visible. A massive bubble of distorted reality appeared where the blades touched. They weren't just hitting each other; they were destroying the fabric of the universe. If they pushed any harder, a black hole would open right there.
Null didn't care. He pulled back his fist, charging it with a shadowy, dark energy that hummed with the weight of his new realization.
He punched Aris square in the chest.
Aris didn't scream. He didn't even move his face. He just stared at Null as he was sent hurtling back toward Earth like a bolt of black lightning. As Aris fell, his vision blurred. He didn't see the "Silver King." He saw the image of Kid umbros overlapping with Null.
Why does this kid keep appearing? Aris thought as he broke the sound barrier.
V. The Descent
A second later, a massive explosion rocked the human world.
Aris hit the ground with the force of a nuclear strike. A crater miles wide opened up, the ground utterly destroyed for leagues.
Dust and smoke cleared. Aris was standing perfectly fine in the center of the ruins, his one arm steady, his eyes looking up.
Descending from the stars, Null came down. His jet-black hair flowed behind him, and a pair of Dark Wings made of pure, solidified shadow stretched out from his back. He didn't look like a hero. He looked like the end of a story.
Aris gripped his broken sword. "Finally," he whispered. "A real fight."