Sirzechs released a quiet sigh.
"Of course."
The smile on Tiamat's face widened.
She had expected that answer.
Dragons respected power above all else.
Words meant little.
Promises meant even less.
Only strength possessed true value.
The moment the challenge left her lips, the atmosphere changed.
The air grew heavy.
The clouds above the Familiar Forest darkened as an overwhelming draconic aura erupted from Tiamat's body.
BOOM!
The mountain beneath her feet shattered.
Ancient trees bent under the pressure.
Countless familiar beasts fled in terror, sensing a disaster unlike anything they had ever experienced.
Tiamat's golden eyes gleamed with excitement.
At long last, she would test the current strength of the man who had risen to become Lucifer.
"Show me, Sirzechs."
Blue dragonic energy exploded around her.
Her human form vanished.
A colossal dragon emerged.
Azure scales reflected the sunlight like polished gemstones.
Massive wings stretched across the sky, casting entire mountain ranges beneath their shadow.
Golden eyes, vast as suns, locked onto the crimson-haired Satan standing below.
The Chaos Karma Dragon King.
One of the strongest beings in existence.
And yet—
Sirzechs simply stood there.
Calm.
Relaxed.
Unhurried.
His crimson coat fluttered gently in the storm created by Tiamat's aura.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"You know," he said lightly, "Scathach challenged me the exact same way."
Tiamat snorted.
A torrent of draconic breath escaped her nostrils, turning the sky into a sea of blue flames.
"Then you should already know what comes next."
Her wings beat once.
The world exploded.
A sonic boom tore across the Familiar Forest as her enormous body shot forward.
Despite her size, her speed was terrifying.
The distance between them disappeared instantly.
A claw larger than a castle descended toward Sirzechs.
The surrounding mountains shattered from the pressure alone.
Yet Sirzechs didn't move.
The claw stopped.
Less than an inch from his face.
Not because Tiamat halted it.
Because space itself had frozen.
A crimson ripple spread outward.
The atmosphere trembled.
Tiamat's eyes widened slightly.
Power of Destruction.
Not unleashed.
Merely present.
Sirzechs casually raised one hand.
The frozen space released.
Tiamat's claw was gently pushed aside as though it weighed nothing at all.
The resulting shockwave split the clouds across hundreds of kilometers.
"Impressive," Tiamat admitted.
Then she smiled.
The true battle had finally begun.
Ancient dragon runes ignited across her scales.
The sky filled with countless magical circles.
Blue lightning.
Dragon fire.
Gravity manipulation.
Storm creation.
Every attack descended simultaneously.
The heavens themselves seemed determined to erase the Crimson Satan.
Sirzechs looked upward.
Aether flowed through his body.
Golden-white energy mixed with crimson destruction.
His eyes glowed.
Then he stepped forward.
Every spell vanished.
Every rune shattered.
Every magical phenomenon ceased to exist.
Not destroyed.
Not countered.
Simply erased.
The dragon king's eyes narrowed.
Now she understood.
The man before her was no longer merely the talented devil she once knew.
He had become something else entirely.
Something closer to a natural disaster than a living being.
Something that stood above the boundaries of Devils.
Above Dragons.
Above Gods.
Sirzechs slowly lifted his hand.
Crimson energy condensed.
A gigantic scythe formed from pure destruction.
The blade stretched across the sky.
Tiamat's instincts screamed.
For the first time in centuries—
The Chaos Karma Dragon felt danger.
A genuine threat.
And instead of fear—
She laughed.
A loud, joyous laugh.
Because this was exactly what she wanted.
A battle worthy of her pride.
A battle worthy of a Dragon King.
And a battle worthy of the strongest Devil in existence.
The sky trembled beneath the pressure of their auras.
Tiamat's laughter echoed across the Familiar Forest as ancient draconic power surged through her colossal body. Countless runes ignited across her sapphire scales, illuminating the heavens with a sea of blue light.
"Excellent!"
Her voice rolled like thunder.
"At last, someone who can make me take this seriously!"
The Dragon King opened her jaws.
A sphere of condensed draconic power rapidly formed before her mouth.
The surrounding mana rushed toward it like rivers flowing into an ocean.
Mountains cracked.
The atmosphere distorted.
Even space itself groaned under the strain.
A Dragon Breath.
Not the kind used against ordinary enemies.
This was an attack capable of wiping entire countries from existence.
Sirzechs merely watched.
The massive sphere launched forward.
A pillar of blue annihilation tore through the sky, devouring everything in its path.
The Familiar Forest below shook violently.
Before the attack could reach him, Sirzechs lifted one hand.
A crimson ripple spread outward.
The incoming breath froze.
Then—
It vanished.
Erased.
The attack simply ceased to exist.
No explosion.
No collision.
No struggle.
One moment it existed.
The next it did not.
Tiamat's eyes widened.
Then narrowed.
Her smile only grew.
"Wonderful."
Her enormous wings unfolded.
Thousands of magic circles appeared around her body.
Each one was ancient draconic magic.
Each one possessed enough power to devastate cities.
Blue lightning spears.
Gravity bombs.
Storm lances.
Dragonfire meteors.
The sky became a sea of destruction.
With a roar, every spell descended at once.
The heavens themselves seemed intent on crushing the Crimson Satan.
Sirzechs finally moved.
His figure blurred.
Space folded beneath his feet.
He appeared above the storm of magic.
Then below it.
Then behind it.
His movements transcended conventional speed.
Everywhere he stepped, crimson destruction followed.
Magic circles shattered.
Lightning disappeared.
Firestorms unraveled.
Entire spells ceased functioning as their foundations were erased from reality.
Within seconds, the overwhelming barrage had completely vanished.
Tiamat stared.
Then laughed again.
A laugh filled with excitement.
"You're even stronger than I expected."
Her body shrank.
Light engulfed the dragon.
Moments later, her human form appeared in the sky.
Long blue hair danced behind her.
Golden eyes blazed with battle intent.
A spear of draconic energy materialized in her hand.
Without hesitation, she charged.
The space between them exploded.
Their weapons collided.
BOOM!
The resulting shockwave blasted apart clouds across hundreds of kilometers.
Tiamat unleashed a relentless assault.
Every thrust carried enough force to split mountains.
Every swing distorted the surrounding air.
Yet Sirzechs met every attack calmly.
The crimson scythe danced through the sky.
Elegant.
Precise.
Effortless.
Their battle became a blur.
Blue and crimson streaks crossed the heavens.
The earth below trembled.
The mana of the entire Familiar Forest became chaotic.
Ancient beasts hid within their territories, unwilling to witness the clash of two monsters.
Tiamat pressed harder.
Faster.
Stronger.
Her spear became a storm.
Yet no matter what she did, Sirzechs remained composed.
As though he could already see every movement before she made it.
Finally—
She thrust forward with everything she had.
The attack tore through space itself.
Sirzechs stepped aside.
The spear missed.
His hand shot forward.
Before Tiamat could react, he caught her wrist.
Her eyes widened.
The next moment, the world spun.
With a smooth motion, Sirzechs redirected her momentum and sent her hurtling toward the ground.
BOOM!
A massive crater appeared.
Dust filled the air.
Silence followed.
Several seconds passed.
Then laughter emerged from the crater.
Tiamat slowly rose.
A few scratches marked her body.
Her golden eyes shone brighter than ever.
She was breathing heavily.
Not from injury.
From exhilaration.
For centuries, almost nobody had pushed her this far.
Yet Sirzechs wasn't even breathing hard.
That realization made her smile.
"You've surpassed me."
There was no bitterness in her voice.
Only pride.
Only satisfaction.
Sirzechs descended gently to the ground.
The crimson scythe dissolved into particles of light.
"You knew that before we started."
Tiamat snorted.
"Perhaps."
Then she crossed her arms and looked away.
A surprisingly human gesture.
"But I still needed proof."
Sirzechs laughed softly.
"And now?"
The Dragon King looked at him.
A smile slowly appeared on her lips.
"Now I'm convinced."
Ancient draconic power flowed around her.
"So, Lucifer."
She extended her hand.
"When do I officially become a member of your peerage?"
A smile appeared on Sirzechs' face.
The strongest female Dragon King had made her choice.
And the Underworld would never be the same again.
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