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At that very moment, beneath the setting sun within Kuoh Academy, two literature-inclined girls—one with short hair, one with long—were leisurely strolling across the empty sports field.
Adjusting her glasses gently, Shinra Tsubaki glanced across the empty soccer field and deserted basketball court in the distance.
"Looks like everyone's already gone home. President, maybe we should head back as—"
"Hm?"
Before Tsubaki could finish her sentence, Sona suddenly raised her head, eyes fixed intently toward the gradually darkening sky. A faint expression of confusion flickered across her normally impassive face.
Amid the twilight-stained horizon—half ablaze with fiery orange, half deepening into cool blue—a golden meteor streaked across the heavens at blinding speed.
Like General Radahn's leap into the Sky, unleashing a cataclysmic meteor shower—one moment, it appeared as just a faint glimmer; in the next, it was upon them.
And then—
BOOM!!!
A blazing golden figure, wreathed entirely in spiritual flame, plummeted down from above, smashing into the earth with shocking intensity. The concrete surface of the academy instantly fractured, shattering into rubble beneath the immense impact.
Debris erupted skyward, forming a massive cloud of dust.
"President, careful!"
Without missing a beat, Tsubaki swiftly raised her hand, conjuring a magic barrier that deflected the flying rubble harmlessly aside.
Sona didn't reply. She merely narrowed her eyes, observing the epicenter of the impact closely.
This scene felt inexplicably familiar...
As a breeze dispersed the cloud of dust, an enormous crater—roughly ten meters in diameter—revealed itself within the school grounds.
At its center lay a ten-winged fallen angel, famed for surviving battles against God and the original Satans themselves: Kokabiel. His once-arrogant face now twisted grotesquely, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, his chest imprinted with a clear fist-shaped indentation.
Beneath him was Freed Sellzen—a chaotic mixture of shattered limbs and gore that likely couldn't even be identified as human anymore.
And all this was the result of Bokue deliberately controlling his strength.
After all, Kuoh Academy was nestled within a residential area. Although classes had long ended, and most students had already left, involving innocent civilians in collateral damage wasn't exactly something he'd approve of.
Drawn by the commotion, the two young women quickly rushed to the crater's edge, peering downward. Shock rippled across Tsubaki's usually calm expression.
"This is…"
"A fallen angel? Wait, that's a fallen angel cadre?! Why would someone of that caliber suddenly appear here?"
Tsubaki couldn't mask her astonishment. Even though she'd never confronted a fallen angel cadre personally, the ten pitch-black wings unfurled beneath Kokabiel's battered frame spoke clearly enough.
Like their celestial counterparts, the strength of angels—and fallen angels alike—was represented by their wing count. Archangel Michael, for instance, was said to possess twelve wings. Similarly, fallen angels with ten wings were cadres—top-ranking officers surpassed only by the Governor-General, who bore twelve wings.
"No," Sona corrected solemnly. "This isn't just any fallen angel cadre. Though I haven't seen him myself, according to my sister's descriptions, this appearance—those ten black wings and that overwhelming aura—undoubtedly belong to Kokabiel himself. A fallen angel who survived the ancient war between Heaven, Hell, and the Fallen."
And yet, this formidable war survivor was now lying utterly crushed beneath someone's foot.
A crimson teleportation circle suddenly appeared behind the two student council members. Multiple figures swiftly stepped forth from within.
"Rias? What's going on here?"
"It's... a long story…"
Rias sighed softly, moving to stand beside her friend, eyes lingering warily on Kokabiel's miserable form.
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Inside the crater, Kokabiel indeed looked pitiable—half his wings had been broken from the violent impact. If it weren't for Freed absorbing most of the fall's momentum with his own body, the fallen angel cadre would surely have suffered even graver injuries upon hitting the ground.
"You... bastard!"
Grimacing through excruciating pain, Kokabiel forced himself to channel an eruption of his near-Satan-class dark magic, intent on knocking away the youth who nonchalantly stood atop him.
Yet his desperate counterattack proved laughably futile. Bokue's foot, firmly pressed upon Kokabiel's chest, refused to budge even slightly—unmovable as a mountain.
Before Kokabiel could even fully react, Bokue casually leaned forward, seizing the fallen angel by his throat, lifting him effortlessly, just like he'd done to Riser Phenex.
"You talked about igniting war, but all you really wanted was to satisfy your twisted desire for conquest and destruction. Congratulations—indeed, you managed to start a war…"
A faint, cold smile flickered across Bokue's lips.
"—our personal war."
"Since you took it upon yourself to decide when and how this war began, I think it's only fair that I decide when and how it ends."
"So here you are, about to die. Tell me, Fallen Angel—are you satisfied with the outcome?"
Satisfied? Did he really ask if he was satisfied?!
Kokabiel snarled furiously, his crimson eyes blazing with murderous intent. His immense magical aura exploded violently, drawing power dangerously close to Satan-class levels. No way was he going down without a fight!
Gritting his teeth, he thrust forward his hand, rapidly condensing his dark magic into another golden Vajra.
But this time, unlike his earlier sneak attack, he wouldn't hold back. Pouring every ounce of remaining magical energy into it, the artifact grew dense and more vivid in texture—though, curiously, it remained no larger than before.
Its unchanged size despite the vast influx of magical energy indicated that its destructive power had reached a staggering apex.
No doubt—if unleashed, this attack wouldn't just flatten Kuoh Academy. It could easily wipe out the entire Town.
Yet, Bokue seemed utterly indifferent. Calmly, he watched as Kokabiel continued to pour his power into the weapon, as though observing an amusing sideshow rather than impending annihilation.
At last, his magical reserves utterly drained, Kokabiel's hands trembled violently, barely maintaining his grip on the devastating Vajra.
But a victorious sneer formed on his twisted face.
He had won. Once this attack was unleashed, it wouldn't matter whether it was this cocky brat, Sirzechs Lucifer's sister, or even Serafall's younger sibling—every last one would perish here!
His objective would be fulfilled!
Victory belonged to him!
However, just as Kokabiel was about to burst into triumphant laughter, Bokue finally moved.
With a leisurely motion, he raised his other hand and gently grasped the devastating weapon.
And with just a slight, dismissive squeeze—
The golden Vajra shattered completely, disintegrating into harmless particles of light.
"Flashy tricks."
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