The storm did not slow. If anything, it deepened.
What had begun as an overwhelming barrage became deliberate—patterns tightening, angles correcting, trajectories bending into inevitability. An endless descent of authority. A king's treasury emptied not out of necessity, but indulgence.
Weapons no longer came in waves. They came without pause, without mercy, without pattern the wyvern could fully maneuver through or escape.
Blades screamed through the fractured sky, spears carved burning lines across the dimension, chains lashed and coiled with predatory intent—each Noble Phantasm carrying weight beyond its form.
Gold streaked past the wyvern's wings in relentless arcs. Blades grazed. Spears punctured just enough to draw blood before being forced out by regenerating muscle. Chains snapped against scales grown too dense to yield. Each impact added another line of damage.
The wyvern did its best to fiercely endure, though barely.
Its body twisted violently through collapsing airspace. Blood splattered in arcs that never fully fell, suspended in distorted space before dissolving. A blade drove into its shoulder, etching a shallow cut. Another pierced its flank, although not deep enough. A lance struck its spine and shattered.
Its blood frenzy no longer surged in bursts. It stabilized and condensed. The red aura around its body thickened into something almost solid, like a second hide layered over its already monstrous frame. Its breathing turned ragged from overload. Surging power pushed against limits that no longer held.
Null watched hovering. Still untouched.
A slow, widening grin spread across his face—sharpened into something regal, something ancient in arrogance.
"Pathetic," he muttered, though his tone betrayed interest.
With a snap of his fingers, the storm intensified.
"Is that all you amount to?" His voice carried out effortlessly across the distorted battlefield. "A beast that survives by flailing under amplified strength?"
Another dense volley condensed. Dozens became hundreds. The sky opened wider behind him, more gates layering into existence.
"…You should be on your four limbs by now, mongrel"
The wyvern roared—but did not fall.
Its blood frenzy kept surging violently.
Each wound fed something deep and primal—its berserk core pulsed erratically as if struggling to contain the amplification it was forcing upon itself.
Its scales darkened and thickened. Mana condensed tighter along its body, forming a near-visible armor that warped the space around it.
Just in time, a spear struck—and bounced off.
Null's grin paused. "Oh?"
Consecutively, a blade followed and was deflected. A chain coiled and snapped apart.
The wyvern's movements abruptly changed. Less evasive. More direct. It stopped running and roared in defiance. Its dragonic pride and persistent survival instincts demanding it to fight back.
Roooooaaaaarrrrrrrr
The sound tore through the pocket dimension, shaking the already unstable construct as its mana erupted outward in a violent, suffocating surge.
Blood frenzy surged wildly and its physical stat boosted through damage accumulation maxed out.
its presence expanded, compressed, then peaked.
For a moment—something unnaturally aligned. It forcibly crossed a threshold and temporarily ascended to semi S-rank state.
Null's eyes widened a fraction. Then, exhilaration crossed through his being.
"Intriguing, did you hit your maximization. How delightful. How unexpectedly… entertaining."
"Hehehe. since you managed the courage to futilely resist thus far, even while drowning in overwhelming dread, I should applaud you."
"Now, make your last desperate struggle. Beast!"
Provoked. The berserk wyvern lunged with immense killing intent.
Its claws tore downward with newfound weight. Its speed transitioned from purely reactive to aggressively dominant.
And yet, they were denied by infinity. The claws trembled inches from Null's throat. No different from the last attempt.
But the wyvern did not retreat. It struck again. Again. Again.
It slammed against the invisible boundary, trying to force an outcome that refused to exist.
Each attempt is more forceful, reckless and futile. Each time more violent and desperate.
Its body trembled mid-air, blood pouring freely now, regeneration lagging behind the damage it had accumulated. The red aura flickered, unstable, threatening to collapse.
Null tilted his head, watching the repeated failure like one might observe a child throwing stones at the sky.
"…Know your place. Scaled beast" He flicked his fingers again—and the storm of bombardment magnified.
A concentrated barrage descended at point-blank range. Noble Phantasms collided against the wyvern's reinforced body in rapid succession. Explosions of force, flashes of gold, ruptures of air—
The wyvern was driven downward until it crashed into the fractured terrain.
Blood poured now. Thicker and heavier.
Even though its on the verge of death, the berserk wyvern did not stay down.
it rose again. Shaking. Broken. Alive.
Null exhaled slowly. "…You're tenaciously disgusting," Ruminating, he continued. "In a way that almost deserves praise."
Convulsions rippled through the scaled beast.
Its breath ragged. Its core splintered.
Save for its eyes—which still blazed with survival.
The wyvern gathered everything. Every ounce of strength it had left compressed into a single point, its chest expanded unnaturally as mana collapsed inward, folding space around it through sheer density.
»» Quasi-Draconic Breath ««
It fired. Not a beam—but a concentrated annihilation. Many times stronger than the previous Semi-Draconic breath
it erased the idea of resistance as it surged forward.
However, Infinity held as always.
But in the next second, something unexpected occurred.
The space around the beam fractured, a thin, jagged tear rippling outward like glass cracking under pressure.
"What the!?"
The pressure compacted as the beam pushed deeper. It edged closer to null than it had any right to. Almost cracking his conceited expression.
"Holy damn—."
« [Blue — Lapse] »
The space around him folded inward as he invoked Blue. Promptly, his form vanished. The beam surged past the point he'd occupied a fraction of a moment earlier.
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He reappeared dozens of meters away as the breath continued in its line of attack, slamming into the far boundary of the pocket dimension—and puncturing it.
In that moment, Reality partially split.
A jagged tear carved through the boundary—exposing real space, visible for the briefest instant before the system strained to close it.
Null stared at the tear. And then at the fading beam with slight trepidation.
'Phew. That was close.' he exhaled. Then, immediately, he straightened as composure snapped back into place, The persona reasserted itself. Re-portraying the act of a certain someone's style of attitude..
"Ahem. As if something like that could actually touch me." he scoffed.
A hand brushed through his dark white hair—a gesture of casual dismissal, but his fingers lingered against his temple a moment too long.
"Still, That was—unexpected."
He turned to the wyvern. "Hey, mongrel. you can't just start punching holes in dimensions? That's utterly rude."
'That scared the dead daylights out of me, you know' he internally added.
"Although… Not bad. You almost made that look dangerous."
The massive frame of the wyvern was broken and bloodied. Its wings struggled to stay aloft and its aura flickered like a dying flame.
And yet—
Despite its horrendous state. The beast still refused to fall and its eyes still locked onto him, extremely blood shot.
"Even after being reduced to this state… you still bare your fangs at me?" Amused arrogance danced in his voice.
"Nevertheless, i admit. Your futile efforts indeed deserve applause. For a beast to push this far— with nothing but instinct and tenacity. You're not just some mindless beast."
"But don't misunderstand." His dark red eyes sharpened, "You were never anything more than entertainment, Mongrel"
He deliberately raised his right hand. "You wanted to tear space, didn't you?" A faint tilt of his head. "…You even managed to scratch the dimensional frame."
"Therefore, as a reward for the effort and scare you gave me. let me bestow you the honor of dying under the ultimate spatial-tearing EX Noble Phantasm." A dangerous grin curved across his lips.
Then, he suddenly paused. "Actually, No."
"Since you were generous enough to play the role of a last boss in the first part of my otherworldly journey—let me denote a splendid reward that will give you nightmares even in the afterlife."
His smile darkened, humourous yet absolutely dreadful. "…You've earned a better end than most."
...
He stepped forward. The gates behind him dimmed.
The countless Noble Phantasms that had filled the sky like a golden constellation faded into the background. Irrelevant now.
Because none of them could do what came next.
His beautifully pristine, sculpted right hand lifted toward the sky.
The air inverted. Like something extremely abhorrent was about to manifest in existence .
The wyvern's reptilian eyes enlarged—the first hint of something beyond bloodlust, beyond frenzy. Something that might have been true terror.
"Let me show you... What true spatial destruction looks like."
His fingers curled. Something answered—like the world had sensed an approaching violation and was recoiling.
The dark pupils inside his dark-red iris emitted soulful darkness as he uttered at last.
»» {Fictional Falsity: Dark Recreation — Dark EA (Sword of Cataclysmic Rupture)} ««
It did not emerge. It intruded.
Space around his hand distorted unevenly. Layers misaligned as something segmented, something altered, forced its way into alignment with reality that did not want to accept it.
A blade—if it could be called that. Three rotating segments, shifted against each other with a low, grinding distortion along with the sensation of space-time structure failing.
Distance bent. Time hesitated.
Null's breath caught. "So this is it…"
The madness in his expression quietened into fascination.
He turned it slightly in his hand, watching as the reality folded, cracked, and struggled to maintain coherence around it.
"…Beautiful."
"…No—this is beyond that." A soft laugh escaped him.
"…It doesn't just break things… It makes them forget how to exist."
Then—almost casually—
"Oi. Omniscience. Mind running an existential perception on this thing."
[But master, You already possess complete knowledge of what you've manifested.] A faint bewilderment tinged her voice.
"…Knowing isn't the same as seeing," Null didn't even glance away from the blade. "And seeing isn't the same as appreciating."
"…This thing deserves to be understood properly."
In the end, Fantasy omnisciense-san yielded. [...Very well.]
[Target: Dark EA — Sword of Cataclysmic Rupture]
An unseen gaze locked onto the weapon—not visually—existentially.
And in that moment—the creation itself seemed to rebel.
Because what rested in Null's hand—was not a weapon. It was a structural collapse—given form.
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★ Dark EA—The Sword of Cataclysmic Rupture.
An altered version of EA. Where the original tears reality apart with precision, this one overloads reality's structure until it collapses uncontrollably—pushing destruction beyond any controlled limit. It behaves less like a singular attack and more like a system failing in real time.
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{Enuma Elish (Inverted Version) — The Star of Destruction That Annihilated Heaven and Earth}
The trigger point of reality collapse. It does not merely split reality—it drives it into an irreversible collapse. The result is not a rupture. It is absolute breakdown.
Affects:
· Space-time collapses completely at the center of impact.
· Everything within that region is destroyed beyond reformation.
· Fractures propagate outward like cracks through glass.
· Time flow becomes unstable near the affected region.
· Lingering fractures remain where reality is weakened.
Simple Comparison
· Original EA: A single, overwhelming strike that tears reality apart.
· Dark EA: A catastrophic rupture that continues to spread, destabilizing and collapsing everything in its range—with extreme destruction at its core.
Basic Definition:
Dark EA is an extreme form of reality destruction that replaces precise spatial rupture with cascading structural collapse. It is capable of causing absolute, irreversible destruction of space-time while destabilizing the surrounding reality.
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