Radiant Palace,
Astralis City, Auroria Kingdom
Sol continent, AurenIdril Empire
Terra, Gaea solar system,
Milky Way galaxy
Luminary star system
25th Astralis cycle, Solaris Prime, 572,413
Amid the endless darkness, Leon drifted, his body weightless, his form suspended in the vast, silent emptiness. There was no light here, no sound—only the faint sensation of motionless descent. He was conscious but not fully present. A vague awareness tugged at the edges of his mind, a dim recognition that something—a force—was pulling him deeper. The pull was strong, insistent, almost gentle at times, as if urging him to let go, to sink into the black abyss and cease struggling.
But he resisted. With every ounce of willpower left in him, Leon fought the pull. He felt the tension in his very essence, a sharp ache as he strained against the darkness. Each attempt to break free sent a ripple of pain through his being, yet he refused to yield.
The pull grew stronger. It whispered promises of peace, of rest, of an end to the suffering he had carried for so long. It was alluring, an almost welcoming embrace. Still, he resisted. For within him burned a singular truth—the desire to live. This desire was not a fleeting whim or a simple instinct; it was a force as unyielding as stone, as fierce as fire. It surged through him, stronger than the pull, more potent than the pain.
Leon held on. In the black void, thoughts of Sam anchored him. He had forged something with her—a connection he never thought he would have. It was fragile, new, but undeniably real. There were questions, feelings, and moments yet to be shared. He had always carried a quiet yearning for something meaningful, something to ease the gnawing emptiness inside him. Sam had begun to fill that space, and Leon wasn't ready to lose her, not when there was so much left to discover.
Then there were his friends and family. He thought of Emily and Rex, their faces loomed over his consciousness. And there was his mother. Leon hadn't spoken to her in nearly a year. She had sacrificed so much for him—her time, her safety, her love. And he had distanced himself, not out of malice, but because of the weight he bore, the struggles he thought he had to face alone. He owed her so much more than silence. There were things left undone. Conversations unsaid. Promises unfulfilled. Dreams he still wanted to reach for, even if they felt distant and impossible.
Leon clenched his will like a fist. The pull was relentless, but so was his resolve. He could feel his body trembling, his soul quivering under the strain. Yet with every passing moment, every flash of memory, his resistance solidified. He wouldn't let go. He couldn't let go. Because he still had reasons to live. And no force, no darkness, no seductive whisper of rest could extinguish that truth.
As Leon reached such enlightenment, an orb of light descended, a golden ord that resembled the sun. In the void, amidst the relentless storm of darkness that clawed at him, Leon's gaze fixed on the orb descending from above. It was golden, radiant—a miniature sun in the vast black expanse. Its warmth was tangible even at a distance, a beacon cutting through the cold void and promising reprieve.
He reached out instinctively, his body straining forward. But the darkness resisted. The pull was stronger now, the void itself becoming a storm, swirling around him in a maelstrom of shadows and whispers. It dragged at his limbs, clawed at his chest, and threatened to tear away the fragile hope he clung to.
Still, Leon pressed on. Each movement was agony. His muscles burned, not from physical strain, but from the sheer force of will it took to defy the pull, to defy the weight. Yet, he could feel something rising within him. It wasn't just determination—it was a fire.
A flame born from memories and connections, from the faces of those he refused to leave behind. He thought of Sam—her tears falling for him, her cries echoing in the recesses of his mind. He thought of how she had already endured the pain of loss, how Stella's absence still haunted her, and how he couldn't let her endure that again.
"Not again," he whispered through clenched teeth. "Never again."
The fire grew hotter. It became a raging inferno. The storm of darkness thrashed around him, but now Leon's will burned brighter. He focused that fire, sharpening it, wielding it like a blade against the shadows. As his desire to live and his need to return to the people he cared for solidified, the pull of the darkness began to weaken.
The void around him quivered, shifting. It wasn't just his determination that changed—the space itself bent to his will. The storm's grip loosened, the shadowy tendrils recoiling as his inner fire pushed them back. The black expanse became thinner, the weight that had been dragging him down now lifting.
Leon felt lighter. The orb, once distant, now seemed closer. Its warmth intensified, radiating outward as if responding to his struggle. He could feel its power calling to him, encouraging him, urging him forward. Reaching out, he stretched his arm toward the golden sphere. His fingers grazed its surface—
And the darkness shattered. As his hand closed around the orb, the void erupted into brilliance. A cascade of golden light tore through the shadows, consuming them in an instant. The storm dissolved, and the cold, crushing darkness that had threatened to swallow him was no more. Leon felt the warmth envelop him, spreading through his limbs, filling every corner of his being. His body, once battered and strained, now seemed rejuvenated. The pain faded, replaced by a soothing energy that coursed through him, mending his spirit and silencing the echoes of despair. He was no longer sinking. He was rising. And as he floated in the golden light, he knew he had won.
****
Leon awoke to see his newly reforged Soul realm. His soul realm was a boundless expanse of luminous wonders, a place where the grandeur of the cosmos converged into a single, breathtaking panorama. It stretched infinitely in all directions, awash in radiant hues of gold, amber, and white—each color shimmering as though the very essence of sunlight had been spun into a living canvas.
At the center of this realm, a colossal sun burned brightly, but it was no ordinary star. Its surface pulsed and shifted like liquid fire, with rivers of molten gold flowing across its circumference, casting beams of light that reached out as if seeking to touch every corner of the vast space. Around it, rings of glowing energy spiraled outward, giving the impression of celestial gears in perpetual motion. The sun itself wasn't static; it expanded and contracted subtly, a slow, deliberate rhythm that mirrored the steady, unyielding beat of Leon's heart.
Surrounding the central star was an endless field of brilliant constellations. Each cluster of stars seemed alive, their light rippling and refracting as though they were made of living crystal. Some constellations were serene, their lines and points connected in harmonious patterns. Others swirled and danced, crackling with arcs of gold and white electricity, reflecting the fierce determination and resilience that lay at the core of Leon's being. These celestial formations shifted with his emotions—calming and steady when his resolve was firm, blazing and tempestuous when he burned with passion or defiance.
Beyond the constellations, a sea of stardust drifted on unseen currents, glowing faintly with a soft, golden radiance. Each particle seemed to hum with a quiet, celestial note, combining into a subtle, resonant melody that echoed through the vastness of the realm. This melody was the song of Leon's soul—an endless symphony of light, energy, and unrelenting drive.
Floating within this cosmic domain were other, smaller stars, each one unique. Some were cool and white, serene and comforting, representing the bonds and memories that strengthened Leon's spirit. Others blazed with intense light, almost too bright to look at directly, embodying the trials he had overcome and the raw, untamed power that came from his victories.
This was not a realm of shadows or void. It was a place where the cosmos was alive—a living tapestry woven from the light of a thousand stars and the power of a sun that would never be extinguished. It was Leon's heart laid bare, an awe-inspiring expanse that reflected his enduring spirit, his unwavering will, and his unyielding connection to those he cherished.
In front of the colossal sun, perched upon a platform of swirling stardust and radiant beams of golden light, sat a throne of golden-crimson metal. Its surface gleamed with a molten brilliance as if forged from the heart of a star itself. The throne's high back curved like the arc of a solar flare, its intricate etchings glowing faintly, almost alive with the pulse of Leon's energy.
Above the throne hovered a crown of stars. This was not a simple circlet—it was a constellation unto itself. The crown's shimmering points of light moved gently, their positions shifting as if caught in a slow, celestial dance. Each star burned with a different intensity, some radiant gold, others deep crimson, and their patterns reflected the stories of his struggles, triumphs, and the connections he held most dear. The crown's starlight flowed like a celestial river, sending delicate rays that interwove with the platform and throne below it, casting the entire space in a luminous, almost sacred glow.
When Leon's presence drew near, the throne and crown reacted subtly, as though attuned to his will. The throne's light brightened, its surface glinting with deeper hues of crimson as it acknowledged its master. The crown's stars shimmered in reply, a silent affirmation that it belonged to no one else. Together, they stood as a testament to his resilience, his struggles, and the vast, boundless potential of his soul.
As Leon settled into the throne, he felt the crown of stars shift. The celestial circlet that had hovered above him began to descend, its shimmering points of light dimming as it lowered onto his head. The moment it made contact, the crown dissolved into pure energy, its stars melting into streams of radiant gold and crimson that flowed into him.
Leon's body trembled, his breath catching as the energy of the crown wove through his being. He could feel it embedding itself into his very core—into the deepest parts of his soul. A sense of immense power surged within him, not chaotic or overwhelming, but steady, as though it had always been waiting to merge with him.
He exhaled slowly, his grip easing against the armrests of the throne. The light around him dimmed just slightly, a hushed stillness falling over the soul realm. It was then that the voice echoed in his mind.
[The Awakening of the Ra Spell System is now complete. Host has fully bonded with the Divine-grade system.]
The words resounded like the chime of a distant bell, clear yet subtle. Leon frowned, trying to make sense of it. But before he could focus, the voice continued.
[Evolution of the Host's physique and bloodline is undergoing complete transformation. Host soul core has reached full Odic saturation. Commencing Ascension into the next stage of Cultivation.]
A sharp heat coursed through Leon's veins. His muscles tightened, then relaxed, as though his very cells were shifting into something stronger, more refined. The air around him shimmered faintly, his form radiating faint wisps of gold.
[The Host's semi-divine genes have awakened. Demigod status achieved. Host cultivation has undergone drastic changes. Secondary ability factors have awakened. The primary ability factor is undergoing significant improvement.]
Leon sat frozen, his mind racing. These notifications—this interface—it was exactly like the one he had seen before. He remembered the distant look in Sam's eyes as she'd stared at something he couldn't fully perceive, but he could sense. At the time, he hadn't asked questions, brushing it off as just another aspect of their bizarre, otherworldly challenges.
But now, he was experiencing it himself. And suddenly, he understood. This system, this interface—it was something far greater than he had ever realized. The voice chimed one final time.
[Does Host want to see the stats?]
Leon's eyes narrowed as he gazed into the golden expanse of his soul realm, his hand tightening on the armrest of the throne.
"What... is this?" he murmured, though deep down, he knew he'd just stepped onto a path that could change everything. "Show me stats."
As the words left his lips, a radiant holographic interface materialized before him, its edges shimmering in golden crimson hues. The display floated effortlessly, casting a faint glow over Leon as he leaned forward, eyes narrowing in focus. Every detail of his mystical power, every piece of his essence, was laid bare in crystalline clarity.
Status: Ra Spell System (Divine Grade)Name: Leonard Jonathan HaravokRank: Sixth Order [Tier One] (Equivalent to Sage Realm Ascendant Immortal)Star Core: King ForcePhysique: Demigod (Divine Grade)Bloodline: Mixed Bloodline (Divine Grade)
Physical Stats:
Strength: 700 Dexterity: 710 Endurance: 700 Physical Power: 2,110
Mental Stats:
Intelligence: 725 Wisdom: 725 Will: 800 Mental Power: 2,250
Spiritual Stats:
Mana Capacity: 800 Mana Efficiency: 800 Energy Adaptability: 900 Spiritual Power: 2,500
Arcane Arts:
Summoning Magic: Contracted with Ignis Solaris
Elemental Magic:
Spells: ??
Combat Arts:
Heavenly Radiance Swordsmanship – Five-Star Rank (Major Mastery)
Io Sword Style – Five-Star Rank (Major Mastery)
Havok Fist Style – Four-Star Rank (Minor Mastery)
Sol Fusion – Five-Star Rank (Minor Mastery)
Ability Factors:
Hyperion: The ability to manifest a star core of different colors, each representing a fundamental force of reality.
Unique Techniques:
Chaotic Field: Yellow Flash – Emits solar radiation, creates supernovas, and bends space for high-speed movement.
-Chaotic Field: Azure Sky – Generates gravitational fields, controlling magnetism and repulsion.
-Chaotic Field: Crimson Pressure – Increases spatial pressure and gravitational control, crushing enemies or warping the battlefield.
-Chaotic Field: Purple Rend – Creates void rifts that erase objects from reality by using imaginary mass distortion.
-Hyperion Eyes – The ability to perceive the electromagnetic spectrum, including infrared, ultraviolet, radio waves, x-rays, and gamma rays. It enables analysis of an opponent's strength, abilities, weaknesses, and energy composition. Can also see mana flows, divine energy, and distortion fields.
King's Authority: A unique ability factor tied to the rule of absolute dominion, allowing one to subjugate and control those deemed unworthy or loyal.
Unique Techniques:
-King's Subjugation – Gains loyalty either through fear or devotion, turning enemies into followers.
-Chain of Incarceration – After Subjugation, binds the target with the Chain of Incarceration, forcing them into servitude or containment.
-King's Will Force – Enhances himself and his allies through pure charisma, battle instinct, and Intent.
Prescience: An ability allowing one to sense incoming danger, particularly lethal threats.
Unique Techniques:
-Death Calling – An early warning system against incoming lethal attacks, assassinations, or fatal scenarios. The closer Leon is to dying, the stronger his precognitive instincts become. It's an unconscious ability, difficult to control.
Phoenix mournful Gaze: Phoenix-based regeneration and a powerful healing factor, granting full control over life and death restoration techniques.
Unique Techniques:
-Mournful Blood Ash – Blood can heal others, though it costs personal stamina.
-Phoenix Ash Womb – A powerful restorative ability that allows one to revive themselves and others from near-death.
At the bottom of the display, another line of text glimmered faintly:
[Does Host want to evolve Ability Factors into the next stage of Ascension?]
Leon's fingers hovered over the shimmering interface. His heart pounded as he took in the intricate details, each stat and ability a reflection of the power now coursing through him. The potential for even greater strength beckoned, promising the kind of authority and mastery he had only dreamed of.
Yet, just as Leon was about to accept the evolution, his hand hovered, and he hesitated. A sudden realization filled his thoughts, halting him in place.
Leon was powerful—he had never doubted his strength. Compared to others his age, he stood far beyond their reach. While most were still languishing in the Adept or Warrior realms, he had reached the Master Realm, even while suffering from an illness that had crippled his progress. Despite his weakened state, he had managed to keep pace with formidable Ascendants like Emily and Rex.
Yet, if he was honest with himself, his true edge in battle had always come from his martial arts mastery. Leon had honed those skills relentlessly, pushing his physical and combat abilities to the utmost limit. His innate powers, however—the extraordinary abilities tied to his bloodline—had remained largely unrefined. Illness had prevented him from exploring their depths, much less mastering them.
Now, as he gazed at the shimmering holographic interface, Leon understood that before he ascended any further, before he evolved his abilities into the next stage, he needed absolute mastery over what he already had. Especially his secondary ability factors, newly awakened and unexplored. They brimmed with untamed potential, waiting patiently for him to wield them.
Leon licked his lips, his pulse quickening as he contemplated the immense power laid out before him. Even magic, something he'd rarely considered, now piqued his curiosity. Despite being descended from a lineage of powerful witches through his mother's blood, Leon had always dismissed magic as secondary, focusing instead on martial prowess. But now, everything had changed. Now, he had bonded with a familiar—and not just any familiar, but a Divine Beast of legendary status: Ignis Solaris.
It must be the Crown, Leon thought, his mind reaching for clarity. Forged from the ashes and bones of a Phoenix, it makes sense that its soul and essence have merged into mine. I've inherited its legacy.
Yet, intriguing as his new powers were, Leon was most fascinated by the mysterious system itself. The Ra Spell System, capable of classifying, cataloguing, and guiding his growth, felt almost conscious, its presence extending far beyond what Leon could currently comprehend. He could sense an unfathomable intelligence, a hidden force lingering behind the glowing interface, deliberately withholding more profound truths.
Leon narrowed his eyes slightly, a quiet curiosity burning within him. He had stumbled upon a force far greater and more complex than he had imagined—a secret just beyond his grasp, one that promised more revelations yet to come.
"Well, it's time to head back," Leon murmured to himself, a faint, confident smile tugging at the edge of his lips. Some rats still needed exterminating, and he had lingered in his soul realm long enough.
In an instant, Leon's consciousness surged outward from the radiant depths of his inner world, returning to the chaos unfolding in reality. His eyes snapped open, blazing with newfound clarity as he awakened midair. Golden-crimson light streamed from him briefly, illuminating the throne room before fading gently as his feet touched solid ground.
The warped and expanded space, a creation of Gilgamesh Noavellion's divine power, had now returned to its normal state, pulling Rosa, Henry, Callum, and Trini back from wherever they had been forcibly isolated. Leon's gaze swiftly assessed the situation, noting the destruction that had unfolded in his absence. Scattered around were the bodies of fallen Sector Zero agents, clear evidence of Rosa's deadly precision and unwavering resolve.
His eyes shifted quickly to Henry, who lay pale and wounded beside Rosa. Of all present, Henry had suffered most visibly: his arm, the one wielding Emily's spell blade, was gone, leaving only a cauterized stump hastily bandaged. His breathing was ragged, his face lined with agony, though Rosa's attentive presence had kept him stable.
A few steps ahead, Emily stood resilient, her aura blazing powerfully, shielding Sam—who hovered in the air, enveloped by a brilliant, dense surge of Odic energy—from the relentless assault of the Divine Avatar.
Leon bit his thumb sharply, breaking the skin. Golden blood welled forth, shimmering faintly with divine radiance. His gaze lingered on Henry. Truthfully, Leon had never liked him; a lingering resentment had always persisted, born of jealousy over the relationship Henry once shared with Sam. But that was before. Things had changed. Petty jealousy no longer mattered; only the survival of his friends did.
Without hesitation, Leon approached Henry swiftly, catching him entirely off guard as he seized the injured limb. Henry barely had time to react as Leon tore away the blood-soaked bandage, exposing the burnt, cauterized wound beneath.
"Wait—Leon, what are you—?" Henry began, voice strained, eyes wide with shock.
Leon said nothing, merely pressing the thumb dripping with golden blood firmly onto Henry's wounded wrist. The blood sizzled immediately upon contact—but unlike Hekate, who had been harmed by it, Henry gasped sharply as the sensation became soothing rather than painful.
A luminous glow spread rapidly from the wound, the golden blood weaving itself seamlessly into Henry's body. Flesh knit together, muscle and bone reconstructed themselves, tendons realigned, and within mere moments, Henry's lost arm regrew fully, healthy and whole, as if never damaged at all.
Yet, Leon's divine blood did not stop at mere physical healing. Its energy pulsed deeper, surging into Henry's dormant soul core, igniting it like a spark hitting dry tinder. Henry's eyes widened in astonishment as something within him erupted, expanding with blazing intensity.
His Awakening—long delayed and elusive—was finally realized, an overwhelming surge of energy cascading through him as his soul core fully activated. Henry's expression shifted from shock to awe as newfound power flooded every fiber of his being.
Leon pulled his hand away, stepping back with a quiet, satisfied expression.
"You're welcome," Leon said simply, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he turned his gaze toward the Divine Avatar. His stance firm, confidence radiating from him, Leon was ready now—ready to end the battle decisively, alongside the people he had sworn to protect.
Though Leon knew Emily was perfectly capable of handling herself, he chose to intervene anyway. With practiced ease, he projected a swift mental transmission toward her, clearly conveying his intent. Emily, having fought countless battles alongside Leon, immediately recognized his unique Odic signature. Without hesitation, she opened her mind to his familiar mental energy and received the message.
With remarkable elegance, Emily gracefully shifted her position, stepping aside just as Leon surged forward. His figure blurred, manifesting directly before the Divine Avatar, Enkidu. With unstoppable momentum, Leon drove his fist forward, colliding powerfully against the Beastman's head.
The sheer force of the strike launched the Divine Avatar violently backward, shattering the throne room's walls and propelling him through layers of stone and marble. Debris erupted outward, raining down as Enkidu crashed through the palace grounds and into the streets beyond.
Instantly, Leon activated Chaotic Field: Yellow Flash, his form vanishing in a dazzling burst of golden light, only to reappear hovering in the air above the city outside the palace. Suspended there, he observed the transformed Echo field with sharp, analytical eyes. The previously vibrant skies were now dominated by ominous storm clouds crackling with cosmic lightning, casting eerie violet shadows across the cityscape. The bustling streets, once lively with Echo beings, were now utterly silent and desolate. Even the vigilant palace guards had vanished, leaving behind a spectral emptiness. Every Echo inhabitant had disappeared, leaving behind only unsettling stillness.
Movement caught Leon's attention as the Divine Avatar emerged from the wreckage of a once-exquisite structure, his possessed eyes locking fiercely onto Leon's form. Leon's own eyes responded immediately, the intricate sun-wheel pattern of his Hyperion Eyes activating with radiant intensity. Streams of information poured into his mind, swiftly analyzing the adversary hovering before him. A faint, knowing smile formed on Leon's lips as realization settled upon him.
"Another member of the Nemean tribe," Leon murmured, recalling his previous deadly encounter with the Fallen Beast King in the infernal dimension. Yet, as he studied further, subtle distortions in the Avatar's aura became evident. A divine force had indeed possessed the Beastman's form, controlling its actions and saturating its soul with foreign energies.
Leon tilted his head slightly, thoughtful but confident. "Still," he whispered calmly to himself, "it's not as if the body is truly alive. He's merely an Echo—a reflection of the past, manipulated by a divine presence in the present."
As Leon spoke, the air around him crackled with anticipation, golden sparks dancing along his fingertips. His resolve sharpened, readying himself to face and conquer yet another obstacle standing in his path.
Leon steadied himself midair, his eyes narrowing with fierce concentration as he stretched out his hand. Energy began gathering at his fingertips, coalescing into a bright azure glow. Ripples formed in the air around him, as though reality itself was bending under the force he commanded.
[Hyperion—Chaotic Field: Azure Sky]
A blazing core of sapphire radiance materialized before him, pulsing with intense gravitational force. The air trembled and warped violently, forming an invisible vortex centered around Leon. His mastery was absolute—his control so precise that it selected only the Divine Avatar, completely ignoring everything else beneath them.
With a mighty roar, the Divine Avatar was forcibly pulled toward Leon, hurtling through the air against his will. The sheer precision of Leon's spatial manipulation was extraordinary; not a single loose stone or scattered fragment of debris shifted from its place. Leon's power was absolute, his Hyperion Eyes glowing brilliantly as the sun-wheel pattern spun rapidly, analyzing every facet of his enemy's approach.
As the Beastman surged closer, Leon clenched his fist, condensing raw, volatile mana within. His muscles tightened, pulsing veins of golden-crimson energy winding across his arm as his power peaked.
[Havok Fist Style – Chaotic Field: Cataclysmic Pulse]
Leon drove his fist forward, unleashing the accumulated energy in a blinding flash of golden light. The strike erupted into a cataclysmic shockwave, rippling through space itself. The air fractured audibly, resonating like the shattering of crystalline glass.
The Divine Avatar had no time to evade or defend; he took the full brunt of Leon's strike, his body violently hurled downward, smashing through the surface. A massive crater formed, buildings buckling instantly and crumbling into dust. A thunderous echo reverberated throughout the cityscape, and the Echo field trembled beneath the unleashed devastation.
Yet, despite this overwhelming strike, the Beastman rose swiftly, his divine-infused form only superficially damaged. With eyes burning fiercely under his crown of thorns, he launched himself skyward once again, an aura of raw, primal power enveloping him. Enkidu's claws blurred into a deadly dance, each strike accompanied by arcs of golden-red energy tearing through the air.
Leon moved swiftly, evading with precise, elegant agility. His form blurred as he dodged strike after strike, the Beastman's claws slicing through empty air. Yet, even as Leon gracefully maneuvered, he realized with unease that the Divine Avatar's speed and strength were escalating rapidly, surpassing even his formidable expectations.
"His power… It's beyond anything I've faced," Leon thought grimly, dodging narrowly as razor-sharp claws tore the air beside his cheek. "This Enkidu—this vessel—holds something frightening within him."
As the two combatants danced through the sky, their exchanges illuminated by violent bursts of energy, Leon resolved himself to push even further. He had no choice but to tap deeper into the core of his newfound strength, even if it risked his freshly stabilized soul core.
Leon summoned the energy of the Crown of Stars, feeling its warmth ignite within him. Golden-crimson fire surged through his veins, accelerating his heart as new strength flooded his limbs. His eyes blazed with divine fury, determination etched upon his face.
"If I'm going to end this," Leon vowed silently, locking his gaze upon the relentless Divine Avatar, "I must go beyond my limits—here and now."
He braced himself, ready to unleash power he had yet to fully understand, to confront a being who challenged the very boundaries of mortal and divine.
Leon's eyes flashed with fierce resolve as he steadied his breathing, his body radiating an overwhelming, golden-crimson brilliance.
He spread his stance, drawing in the dense currents of Odic force saturating the area. With an intense exhale, Leon placed both palms together, his energies surging, and invoked the ultimate technique of his Sol fusion:
[Hyperion – Chaotic Field: Sol Fusion – Nova Ascension]
Instantly, an explosion of golden-crimson flames burst from Leon's form, roaring outward like a stellar supernova. He became encased in a dazzling mantle of celestial energy, a blazing corona wrapping around him, making him appear as if he had become a living star. The sheer intensity distorted space and gravity itself, creating gravitational ripples that cascaded outward.
He reached out and grasped Solus, his divine-grade sword, its elegant blade shimmering with newfound intensity. Just as Leon had evolved, so had his trusted weapon—now fully reunited with its Echo, an imprint of the legendary sword wielded by Gilgamesh Noavellion himself. The blade vibrated subtly in his grip, radiating power as though recognizing its true master.
Leon lifted the sword high above his head, its edge igniting with the cosmic radiance of Hyperion's full potential. His eyes flashed with unyielding resolve as he fixed his gaze upon the Divine Avatar, who struggled beneath the oppressive spatial storm conjured by Leon's immense gravitational control.
"This ends here!" Leon shouted, bringing Solus down decisively.
[Heavenly Radiance Swordsmanship – Apocalypse Severance]
Three lights erupted simultaneously from Leon's blade:
First, a vivid, golden-yellow light enveloped both Leon and the Divine Avatar, instantly sealing them within an isolated bubble of warped, distorted space. Within this spatial dome, the Avatar's movements slowed drastically, reality bending and twisting as though space itself had become viscous, resisting every attempt to escape.
Second, a deep crimson glow spread through the sphere, intensifying gravitational pressure to a crushing degree. The Divine Avatar struggled fiercely as unimaginable weight pressed upon him, constricting his movements and bending reality around him into a suffocating cage.
Finally, the blade unleashed a burst of blazing, azure brilliance. The combined lights merged into a mesmerizing vortex of attractive and repulsive forces, destabilizing the very fabric of space within the golden bubble. An ear-splitting sound echoed through the battlefield as the forces collided, triggering a catastrophic implosion that compressed everything into a single pinpoint of blinding energy.
At that precise instant, Leon completed the technique by slicing downward, channeling all three colors into a singular, devastating arc of radiant energy. The bubble shattered violently, collapsing into itself and sending out a shockwave of pure annihilation along the spatial rupture.
The resulting arc of radiant energy surged outward in an unstoppable torrent, cleaving through matter effortlessly. Buildings, rubble, and even space itself disintegrated on contact, dissolving into glowing dust and vanishing from existence. Within moments, the Divine Avatar—caught at the epicenter—was torn apart, his echo-form evaporating into fading golden motes that scattered like embers in the wind.
When the brilliance finally faded, Leon hovered quietly above the battlefield, breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling steadily. The echoes of the unleashed power lingered in the air, shimmering faintly in the aftermath. For a long moment, silence fell, broken only by the soft crackle of fading cosmic energy.
Leon stood tall, his eyes blazing with quiet intensity. Around him, the world itself seemed to hold its breath, recognizing the birth of a power unlike anything it had witnessed before.