"Null Art, Erasure Technique, Sequence #1: Mass Deletion!"

WHOOSH!

Hundreds of undead Chaos Dwellers simply ceased existing, their forms erased from reality at the conceptual level. The technique consumed tremendous Ether, but Valdris wielded it without hesitation.

More Dwellers emerged to replace those destroyed, and Valdris shifted tactics.

"Spirit Art, Convergence Technique, Sequence #0: Elemental Apocalypse!"

Fire, lightning, earth, water, and wind merged into unified devastation that swept through entire clusters of approaching undead. The technique operated at Forbidden Sequence, its power sufficient to eliminate dozens of Tier 7 Dwellers in single activation.

But Rey’s army numbered ten thousand. Even Valdris’s devastating attacks could only eliminate hundreds at a time, and the undead kept coming with relentless mechanical precision.

Rey used the distraction to flee, his broken body forcing itself to move despite catastrophic injuries. The Divine-grade armor was maintaining his life functions, but barely. He needed escape, needed time to recover, needed anything except direct confrontation with the Devil.

But which direction?

The passages leading deeper into the Labyrinth would take him toward Prince of Darkness territory—now empty because Valdris had killed the Prince, but also monitored by the Devil who could simply teleport ahead and cut off escape.

Rey changed trajectory mid-flight, redirecting toward the devastated Sanctuary rather than away from it.

’My only hope,’ he calculated desperately. ’The Sanctuary is where the Prince died. Where thousands of bodies remain. Where I might have resources Valdris doesn’t anticipate.’

Behind him, Valdris continued his systematic slaughter of the undead army. Each technique consumed Ether he couldn’t afford to waste, but eliminating the army remained necessary before pursuing Rey directly.

"Joint Arts: Soul-Null Integration—Existence Purge!"

The combined technique erased entire sections of the undead army simultaneously, their anti-life existence incompatible with attack that negated both mystical and physical reality.

Thousands of Chaos Dwellers dissolved under the assault, Rey’s carefully built army being systematically destroyed despite its numerical superiority.

Ten minutes of continuous combat reduced the ten thousand strong force to mere hundreds, then dozens, then none.

Valdris stood among the dispersing Chaos Energy that had once been Rey’s army, his breathing heavy from exertion, his wounds still bleeding despite Devil-tier regeneration.

But he was alive and functional.

Still capable of pursuit.

He teleported toward the Sanctuary, following the mystical trace Rey’s Divine-grade armor left behind.

The Sanctuary was a graveyard.

Thousands of Nephilim corpses littered the streets, their bodies showing the devastating effects of Valdris’s earlier assault and the Prince’s indiscriminate destruction. The protective dome was shattered completely, buildings collapsed, even the gardens turned to ash and dust.

And in the center of the devastation stood Rey, his Divine-grade armor barely keeping him conscious despite injuries that should have been fatal.

Valdris landed before him, mystical pressure making the air itself seem heavy despite his depleted reserves.

"Clever retreat," the Devil acknowledged. "You’re planning to resurrect these Nephilim corpses using your Hollow Technique. Build another army to delay me while you attempt to escape."

He raised one hand, gathering mystical energy for a final devastating attack.

"But it’s pointless. I’ll simply destroy whatever you resurrect, then eliminate you permanently. You’ve delayed the inevitable, nothing more."

Rey looked up at the approaching Devil, blood streaming from his mouth, his consciousness fragmenting from accumulated damage.

Then he smiled.

Not the warm calculated smile he’d used to manipulate Amara, but something genuine—a smile carrying mad desperation mixed with terrible resolve.

"You’re right," Rey admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "Resurrecting the Nephilim would be pointless against you."

Even now, Rey knew he stood no chance against this Devil.

No ordinary opponent did.

’The only reason I’m still alive is this armor, and even then...’ Without the proper mastery, it was wasted on him.

Still...!!!

Rey activated the Divine-grade armor’s full mystical amplification, channeling everything it could provide into a single technique.

"But I’m not planning to resurrect the Nephilim."

His hands moved in patterns that Valdris recognized with dawning horror.

"Chaos Art, Hollow Technique, Sequence #0: Anti-Life Genesis!"

The Forbidden Sequence activated with power multiplied a hundredfold by the Divine-grade armor’s enhancement. But Rey wasn’t targeting Valdris or attempting defense.

He was targeting the Prince of Darkness’s corpse.

The massive body that lay where Valdris had killed it, still radiating residual Chaos Energy despite death, still possessing mystical signature that transcended normal Tier classifications.

"No!" Valdris screamed, recognizing what Rey intended. "You can’t—that’s suicide! The backlash alone will kill you!"

But Rey was already committed, the technique fully activated and consuming every fragment of Ether the Divine-grade armor could channel.

Anti-Life Genesis merged with the Prince’s corpse, the Forbidden Sequence’s principles attempting to resurrect something that had never been truly alive to begin with.

The mystical energies collided with catastrophic force.

Reality itself rejected what Rey was attempting—resurrection of a Tier 4 Chaos Dweller through his own capability that should have only affected beings infinitely weaker.

VWUUSSHH!!!

An eruption of pure Chaos Energy exploded from the Prince’s corpse, the blast wave devastating everything within kilometers.

The Labyrinth’s ancient stone vaporized, the Sanctuary’s ruins were obliterated completely, even the air itself seemed to catch fire from mystical forces operating beyond natural tolerance.

Valdris activated every remaining defensive capability simultaneously, his survival instincts overriding tactical consideration.

Rey was consumed by the explosion instantly, his Divine-grade armor the only thing preventing complete annihilation.

And from the center of the devastation, something moved.

The Prince of Darkness’s corpse began regenerating, Hollow Technique’s anti-life principles forcing coherence on Chaos Energy that should have dispersed. The seven severed heads regrew, the torn wings reformed, the massive body reconstructed itself against all natural law.

But this wasn’t resurrection in any normal sense.

The Prince that emerged was fundamentally different from what had existed before death.

Its eyes glowed with malevolent intelligence, yes, but also with something else—the emptiness of true undeath, the wrongness of existence that had transcended mortality through unnatural means.

It was alive.

And dead.

And neither.

And both.

A Tier 4 Chaos Dweller, resurrected through Forbidden Sequence Anti-Life Genesis, bound to Rey’s will through Hollow Technique’s mystical connection.

The undead Prince of Darkness rose, its massive form towering over the devastated Labyrinth.

And its seven heads turned toward Valdris Morgath with hunger that transcended normal predation.

The Devil stared at what Rey had created, his expression showing horror that transcended even the fear he’d experienced fighting the Prince while it was alive.

Because now it was so much worse.

The Prince of Darkness had returned.

And it was Rey’s to command.