"Boost!!!"
Energy crackled in Tenra's palm, compressing into a sphere that swelled larger and larger with each heartbeat. Its light bathed the ruined campus in an ominous, crimson glow.
"Die, Kokabiel…"
No mercy. No hesitation. Tenra hurled the energy sphere down at the battered fallen angel. Even a cadre like Kokabiel—already broken and bloodied—would be vaporized by a hit like that.
But—
Crack. Crack. Crack—CRASH!
The barrier shrouding Kuoh Academy shattered like glass. Yubelluna and the other girls tumbled from the sky with startled cries. And in that instant, a streak of silver-white light shot down, planting itself between Kokabiel and annihilation.
"Divide!!!"
The energy sphere shrank—smaller, smaller—until it winked out of existence, snuffed by the newcomer's power.
In the moonlit silence, the intruder finally revealed himself: silver-white armor, wings of cold azure light. Rias and the others stared, thunderstruck.
"It's… it's really…"
For a moment, the world held its breath. Crimson and silver—Red Dragon Emperor and White Dragon Emperor—locked gazes, the air between them alive with electric tension.
"Red Emperor!"
"White Emperor!"
No mistake—the silver figure was the current White Dragon Emperor: Vali Lucifer.
So this was fate. Tenra felt Ddraig's excitement thrumming in his soul, blood surging with anticipation.
"Vanishing Dragon… Did Azazel send you to drag me back?!" Kokabiel's eyes flashed with panic as he struggled to rise.
Vali didn't even glance at him. His voice, cold as the void, echoed from within his armor. "How pitiful, Kokabiel. A mighty fallen angel cadre—brought so low."
He paused, contempt curling his lips.
"But a loser should know his place."
Without warning, Vali's boot slammed down on Kokabiel's chest.
"AAAGH!"
Kokabiel's scream was cut short as his body was driven deep into the earth. Humiliated, wounded, he tried to claw at Vali—only to collapse, unconscious, blood rushing to his head.
Vali turned away, bored. "Red Dragon Emperor, this was your prey. But Azazel wants him brought back for judgment."
His gaze rose to meet Tenra's, and the air seemed to crackle.
"Take him if you can, White Emperor," Tenra replied, a mocking smile curling beneath his battered helmet.
A beat of silence. Then, as if by unspoken agreement, both unleashed their killing intent—battle-lust surging skyward, red and white auras flaring.
"No—Tenra, stop!" Rias and the others realized what was about to happen, but their cries were lost in the storm.
Too late.
With a sound like thunder, Tenra and Vali became twin comets—crimson and silver—colliding in midair.
"Boost! Boost!! Boost!!! Boost!!!! Boost!!!!!!"
"Divide! Divide!! Divide!!! Divide!!!! Divide!!!!!!"
Red and white. Power against power. The jewels on their armor blazed, feeding the clash until—
BOOOOOOM!!!
A sun-bright explosion tore through the night. Shockwaves ripped across the ruins, swallowing Rias and the girls in a maelstrom of wind and light.
When silence finally returned, Kuoh Academy was gone—obliterated, not a stone left standing.
"Ahhh…"
The kendo club girls sat stunned amid the wreckage, protected only by the light barrier conjured from Yata-no-Kagami. Their eyes were wide, souls shaken to the core.
So this… this was their club president? Like a god, standing against legends.
"Cough, cough…"
Rias and the others staggered from the rubble, still reeling from the devastation. Panic flickered in their eyes as they searched for Tenra.
"Tenra!"
"Lord Tenra!"
They found him at the epicenter of destruction. His crimson armor was shredded, his right arm bare and bleeding, hanging limp at his side.
"Ah…"
The sight stole their breath. Rias and the others covered their mouths in horror; Asia and Minami burst into tears, rushing to heal him.
"Tenra, that was reckless…!" Rias' voice trembled—part scolding, part heartbreak. If the Two Heavenly Dragons had truly fought, it wouldn't just be the school—Kuoh Town itself might have been wiped from the map.
"Sorry, Rias. I just couldn't help myself."
Tenra managed a sheepish grin—then threw his head back and laughed, wild and free.
Just as he'd hoped—the White Emperor was every bit as strong as legend claimed.
He couldn't wait for the day they'd really go all out.
Elsewhere—
"Vali, you're up against the strongest Red Dragon Emperor in history. Just this once—don't lose to him."
"Don't worry, Albion. I won't lose."
Vali descended, folding his light wings, and dumped Kokabiel's limp body onto the ground.
"How was it, Vali? Have fun?" Azazel asked, fishing rod in hand, eyes twinkling as he surveyed Vali's battered form—blood still trickling from one hand.
"Yeah. It was a blast," Vali replied, grinning. "If the stage hadn't been so fragile, we might've had a real fight."
Azazel shook his head, half-amused, half-exasperated. "Figures… But your job was just to bring back Kokabiel. Did you have to draw so much attention?"
Vali shrugged. "It was fun."
He opened a teleportation circle, kicked Kokabiel through, and waved over his shoulder. "I'll take him to the Underworld. Enjoy yourself, Azazel. Hahaha…"
With a laugh, he vanished.
Azazel sighed, rubbing his forehead. "That brat. I'll deal with him later…"
But for now, he had another problem.
He turned, forcing a smile. "Yo, Raynare. Long time no see."
"Hehehehehe…" Raynare's lips curled in a manic, delighted grin. "To see you again, Lord Azazel… I'm so happy…"
Azazel's eye twitched. Internally, he groaned. Raynare, why does your smile make my job so much harder…?
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