At the edge of the battlefield, Amon observed as Primordial Demoness Cheek once again conjured a vortex of chaos, and a smirk imdiately curled across His lips.
Raising both hands, He was enveloped entirely in the holy glow of redemption.
Within the monocle's field of vision, the silvery river of fate corresponding to that region appeared. Every tributary of its future was occupied by chaos, leaving no other possibilities- inevitable destruction.
Amon abruptly brought His hands together, clasping them tightly.
At that mont, He seed like soone earnestly praying in the Ancient Sun God's cathedral.
Almost simultaneously, within that silvery, illusory river of fate-where the tributaries were about to rge and unify destiny into chaos-a new tributary inexplicably erged, representing another potential future.
In this new tributary, chaos persisted but did not destroy everything in the region.
The Angel of Redemption-saving the future by creating sothing out of nothing!
As the river of fate shifted toward this new tributary, the chaotic vortex Primordial Demoness Cheek had created abruptly erupted with a sense of renewal before dissipating entirely.
Monts later, the chaotic vortex re-erged from the area of renewal, once again disassembling and encompassing everything around it.
It fell into a cycle-a loop of destruction and creation.
This confined it to a small range, unable to directly obstruct Lumian's Sword of Destruction, which was about to strike.
Behind the Primordial Demoness, one of the tallic puppets now wielded a massive, deford black scythe.
The puppet swung its weapon toward the target, carrying with it a silence of unlit darkness.
This was a boon from the Evernight Goddess, an Angel-level temporary boon!
To the Primordial Demoness's right, another steel puppet transford into a massive, featureless serpent adorned with patches of white feathers and enormous wings.
This tallic feathered serpent turned into a silent, lifeless white torrent that surged toward its target.
This was also a boon from the Evernight Goddess-a temporary angelic power with a very limited duration.
On the Primordial Demoness's left, yet another steel puppet grew to an enormous size, comparable to Lumian himself.
At so point, it had gripped a colossal sword of orange-red light that radiated the aura of approaching twilight and the decay of all things.
The orange-red sword also slashed toward the Primordial Demoness.
In an instant, Cheek seed enveloped by twilight, frozen in the orange-red glow. Her thoughts and actions slowed, as if she existed in a different world from Lumian.
Her attempt to destroy Herself was thus delayed.
Twilight had arrived!
After these three tallic puppets delivered attacks at the Primordial Demoness representing different authorities of endings, they were each destroyed on the spot. So lost their spirituality, others their sense of life, and others corroded rapidly into rust.
They were disposable vessels for carrying those three powers, solidified from Lumian's flas.
The silent darkness, pale death, orange-red twilight, and Lumian's Sword of Destruction struck Primordial Demoness Cheek simultaneously.
Suddenly, parts of these forces intertwined.
These re Angel-level powers tangled into a deep black point, absorbing all light, sound, and matter.
The black dot prominently appeared on Cheek's skeletal-dressed body, instantly collapsing Her into it, along with all Her Mirror Substitutions.
Elsewhere within the special mirror world, Primordial Demoness Cheek's mirror self, a handso man with a blood-stained face, twisted in expression before vanishing as if evaporated into thin air or erased with an eraser.
In various hidden places across the ruins of the Northern and Southern Continents and within Primordial Demoness Cheek's divine kingdom established in the mirror world, one dormant mirror after another was erased by an unknown power, reaching their end.
The next second, Franca, Mr. Star Leonard, and the others-fresh from completing their battles in the depths of the mirror world-were struck with an inexplicable daze, almost forgetting who they were assisting Lumian against and whom the Demoness Sect worshipped.
Or rather, had such a deity ever truly existed?
In the ruins of Trier, Demoness of Gray Judith and Demoness of Yellow Tissavica nearly forgot They had a true god ancestor. They felt that the Demoness Sect's deity must have been an imagined, symbolic figure.
Struggling to recall the title "Primordial Demoness" and the na "Cheek," Their expressions changed dramatically as they realized sothing had gone terribly wrong.
These two experienced Demonesses of Catastrophe imdiately created large-scale calamities to prevent Madam Justice and Madam Magician from approaching.
Then, without a mont's hesitation, They began self-destruction.
Within the special mirror world.
The deep black dot lasted only a second before it completely disintegrated and vanished, seemingly incompatible with this universe.
The Primordial Demoness's Uniqueness and the two Demoness of Apocalypse Beyonder Characteristics were not ejected as a result.
Suddenly, Cheek-clad in Her skeletal dress-reerged from the void.
She smiled warmly at Lumian and Amon, saying, "Unless all mirror worlds are destroyed, you
cannot truly kill .
"Do you still believe you can defeat before the wish's effect ends?"
With that, Cheek's beautiful eyes shifted to Lumian. "Do you wish to surrender?"
The Primordial Demoness was clearly stalling for ti. Once Mr. Fool's wish expired, She would regain Her status as a bona fide Sequence o deity, potentially even surpassing so true gods.
Lumian chuckled, tilting his head to glance at Cheek's face on the head growing from his left shoulder.
"Since I possess a part of you, how could I not understand your relationship with the mirror
world?
"That earlier strike was just to dismantle your other resurrection arrangents.
"As for now..."
Lumian's blue eyes, frad by Cheek's encouraging and sweet smile, grew unnervingly vivid. The blood-colored banner between his brows shone even brighter.
Primordial Demoness Cheek suddenly realized sothing, and Her expression subtly
changed.
At the sa ti, black flas of constrained violence and destruction ignited in Lumian's
gaze.
Curse!
A Demoness's Curse, driven by the City of Calamity's power and the Fire of Destruction! Lumian cursed the Cheek face on the head growing from his left shoulder.
It was both a part of him and a powerful mystical link to Primordial Demoness Cheek, making
it one of the best curse diums.
Thus, Lumian was cursing both himself and Primordial Demoness Cheek!
Behind him, two steel puppets had already undergone transformations.
One appeared to don an illusory black cloak, while the other wore unrealistically dark gloves.
Fooling! Loophole!
Since the Primordial Demoness was currently equivalent to the mirror world itself-Her demise dependent on its destruction-the inverse was also true. To curse the Primordial Demoness was to curse all mirror worlds!
Instantly, Lumian's entire being ignited, black flas of destruction bursting forth to annihilate all constraints of madness.
This caused the iron-black, symbol-etched skeleton of his body to begin lting rapidly. The blood-soaked violet flas within him were assimilated or consud.
Lumian's face twisted uncontrollably in extre pain. Yet, amidst the agony, he displayed
reckless joy, unashad of his exhilaration.
He looked at Primordial Demoness Cheek and saw the peerless beauty ignited by black flas
of Fire of Destruction, burning Her from soul to body.
Primordial Demoness Cheek furrowed Her brow, unable to suppress the sensation of life slipping away and Her divine seat crumbling.
This type of curse might have been manageable when She was still a true god, using Her corresponding authorities to counteract it. However, in Her current state as a King of Angels, She was neither much higher in rank than Lumian nor much stronger-only possessing
additional unique qualities.
As Primordial Demoness Cheek was engulfed in the Fire of Destruction, the special mirror world itself was also set ablaze with raging black flas.
All mirror worlds within the astral barrier succumbed to the inferno, lting and collapsing
en masse.
Franca, The Hanged Man Alger, and others quickly collected their spoils and fled the mirror
world, returning to the ruins.
One by one, the mirrors Franca carried cracked and shattered.
Rather than feeling alard, she was delighted.
This was Lumian's Fire of Destruction!
Within the special mirror world.
As the destructive black flas spread and burned, Amon smiled and shook His head, lifting
the seal and departing the soon-to-be-destroyed realm.
Empress Roselle-having been banished to the spirit world-was initially startled, then
rejoiced.
At last, She was no longer bound by the special mirror world, nor subject to its owner's
commands.
With Fourth Epoch Trier destroyed, the corresponding seal was undone. She was free to leave
the special mirror world and avoid perishing with it.
Amidst the crackling flas consuming Cheek, Her slightly dazed expression shifted to a
smile as she said to Lumian, "You're more ruthless than I expected, even cursing yourself to
curse ."
At this mont, most of Lumian's body had been consud by the Fire of Destruction, leaving only the three heads unscathed.
The face of the chaotic vortex still resisted the encroachnt of the black flas, but only for
a little longer.
Primordial Demoness Cheek flew toward Lumian, trailing a long black flaming tail. Landing in front of him, she spoke without concealing Her pain yet full of mirth, "We were destined to rge from the beginning. If you hadn't obtained 0-01 and dici's two Conqueror Beyonder characteristics, I wouldn't have co to et you today.
"Our battle was rely over control. Now, I admit, you're well-suited to being Alista Tudor.
"You've won. I will voluntarily rge into your body, with you as the dominant consciousness. After all, I'm not ambitious-I only wished to be half of the Original Creator. Even under your control, I'll still be His half."
As She spoke, Primordial Demoness Cheek's body began to disintegrate, regressing into the Uniqueness and Demoness of Apocalypse Beyonder Characteristics that carried Her self- awareness and spiritual imprint into the Cheek face on Lumian's left shoulder.
This process was irreversible.
At that mont, Primordial Demoness Cheek saw Lumian's face, illuminated by the burning
Fire of Destruction, curl into a mocking smile.
Lumian grinned with satisfaction and said, "Thank you for voluntarily rging.
"But it won't be long before I die-and you'll perish with ."
Hearing the latter part, Primordial Demoness Cheek's phantom-like, stunning face froze
slightly in expression.
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