The battlefield had gone eerily still. Tyrant Zero had finally been sealed, its overwhelming presence fading into nothing more than distant echoes. Smoke drifted through the ruined city, metal groaned beneath collapsed buildings, and everyone struggled to catch their breath. It should have been over.

Then the sky cracked. A mass of crimson energy gathered above the battlefield as Devidragon emerged, its laughter reverberating across the city. It hadn’t lost—it had merely been waiting.

The creature began pouring every ounce of its remaining power into one final attack, enough to erase everything below.

He never finished. A hand caught his wrist.