Across the vast sky, Collins' form brighten, his entire existence igniting like a celestial spark that had been waiting to blaze. Thunder clapped around him in deafening roars, and darkness burned away around him as his form blazed ever brighter, radiating an overwhelming divinity. Mana trembled around him, responding to his mere presence, as he moved like an incarnate calamity, as though he was a literal living storm behemoth birthed from the heart of lightning itself.

The energy surrounding him intensified with each passing heartbeat, twisting the atmosphere into a trembling frenzy, and mana in the air became choking, thick, and oppressive, like an unseen weight pressing into existence. His eyes, gleaming with cold indifference, shifted to another incoming horde of demons that swarmed below like insects. To him, they were no different than ants, insignificant and unworthy. The moment his gaze descended upon these weaklings, the heavens themselves responded to his silent will, obeying without him even needing to utter a command.

The skies above seemed to shudder, as though they wished to punish these lesser beings for daring to move against one so magnificent and sovereign. From the clouds, from the radiant expanse of white and gold brilliance that echoed with incandescent, nearly blinding luminescence, lightning collapsed upon lightning, each streak merging into another, converging like falling stars. Each bolt moved at a speed that surpassed every conceivable form of mortal measurement, becoming something beyond numbers, beyond comprehension.

Then, suddenly, a colossal pressure descended upon everything below, heavy and divine in nature, as the lightning converged and shaped themselves into luminous stars of destruction. Above, the heavens were dazzling, radiant with countless stars formed entirely of lightning, each one blazing with sacred wrath. Collins stood above them all, an unapproachable sovereign figure, his expression apathetic, untouched by emotion, as though the very act of acknowledging the demon's existence was beneath him. The demons' blows, their roars, their hatred, none of it was worthy of even a fleeting reaction from him.

And with that single moment, existence itself remembered why he was named the Lightning God.

The luminous stars of lightning fell from the heavens like a shattered galaxy finally releasing its chains, descending in a glorious rain of obliteration. With a cosmic flare, an otherworldly erasing force erupted outward, echoing in vast cataclysmic waves of concussive energy that rippled across the plane. The impact formed colossal domes of force, circles of devastation expanding outward, golden and white flashes blooming like divine flowers upon the battlefield, instantly erasing the darkness as though light itself had decided that shadow no longer had the right to exist.

Clouds of dust and smoke rose high into the sky in towering mushroom-like formations, reaching upward as though they were begging the dawn of existence to come and witness the end of this battle. Energies intertwined in chaotic harmonies, mana, chaotic energy, the intangible cosmic force of the stars themselves, all swirling together in a dance of annihilation.

The demon death count climbed into the millions, their screams swallowed before they could even echo, as their bodies were erased from reality. The earth below fractured and broke apart, turning into a vast ocean-like world of molten and churning mana, spreading outward like a sea determined to flood the entire detached plane.

The Supreme Monarchs soared forward, their figures streaks of radiant light tearing through the sky. None of them bothered to look back at the destruction left in their wake. Their minds were set only on the entry portal point they had originally come from. That portal was the only exit here, the only way out of this plane. They could not escape through any other means.

The Demon Monarchs present were fully aware of this, but they could not close the portal. The Seventh and Ninth Supreme Monarchs had formed it together using their combined vast knowledge of magic and arcane arts. The Demon Monarchs had no time to decipher such mastery. The only possible method to keep the Supreme Monarchs trapped was to prevent them from ever reaching the portal.

[Time Magic: Future Acceleration]

At the First Supreme Monarch's voice, waves of mana boomed from his core in crushing tides, distorting the very air around him. The air trembled. Space warped. The atmosphere shivered as though reality itself was bending. Time particles shimmered like dust motes of starlight, trembling as he bent them to his will. From him, an invisible dome of temporal force expanded outward, encompassing every Supreme Monarch. The moment they were engulfed, their speed spiked violently, their movements transcending normal physical laws. They no longer merely moved, they became the embodiment of movement itself.

Within mere seconds, they reached their entry portal point. But now, a massive radiant dome surrounded it like a protective celestial barrier. Around the dome, demons littered the area, their auras rising like dark pillars to the sky as they roared, determined to halt the Supreme Monarchs at all costs and delay them long enough for the Demon Monarchs to catch up.

But none of the demons could enter the dome. Their bodies slammed uselessly against the radiant barrier that shimmered like liquid starlight, repelling them with a divine force. The Seventh and Ninth Supreme Monarchs had inscribed the dome with essence recognition, binding it to only acknowledge the presence of the eight Supreme Monarchs. Meaning aside from them, no one, not a single being, could cross that barrier. Literally no one.

The Seventh Supreme Monarch wasted no time. The moment she laid eyes on the demons amassing near the dome, her hands moved with deadly grace as she invoked her arcane might.

[Arcane Arts: Poison Style: Mist of Dread]

Mana exploded from her core in a violent, maddened surge, intricate arcane symbols blooming across her body like flowing constellations as her figure shot forward like a comet. Within moments, her art was birthed.

From all directions, above, below, from the very air, from the cracks in the earth, from unseen folds in existence, a black abyssal mist surged forth, devouring everything. It spiraled in tendrils of death, a creeping tide that erased anything tainted by chaotic energy, dissolving it into nothingness.

"STOP THEM, YOU USELESS FOOLS!"

The Demon Monarchs chasing from behind roared in rage, their voices shaking like a tidal wave of madness as they watched the Supreme Monarchs slip beyond their reach. Deep down, they knew it was futile. They knew their legion could not stop the Supreme Monarchs. But in that moment of fury, logic no longer mattered.

The demons writhed, their bodies melting under the spiritual toxin, their forms degrading into nothing more than drifting dust that the wind scattered across the smoking battlefield.

In perfect synchronicity, the Supreme Monarchs reached the portal. Without hesitation, without a single glance backward, they crossed the radiant dome and plunged headfirst into the swirling expanse of the portal, vanishing into its light in a single motion.

The pursuing Demon Monarchs did not relent. They crashed violently into the radiant dome, only to be thrown back with even greater force. Each one twisted in midair, their chaotic energy erupting from their cores in a frenzy, their auras rising like black pillars to the sky. In unison, columns of pure destructive power tore into the shining dome, trying desperately to shatter it.

But it was futile.

The portal sealed itself shut with a sound like a closing world, and only after it vanished completely did the protective dome finally fizzle out of existence.

In another distant, separate dimension, far beyond the reaches of chaos, the Supreme Monarchs emerged from the sky, plummeting toward the ground the moment their feet touched their true destination.

Within this sanctified dimension, a woman stood in silence, her expression grave, her aura vast. She had been waiting. Her robe fluttered gently from the shockwave of their arrival.

She was the Saintess Of The World.

She did not address anyone. Instead, mana surged from her as though she were its very origin. Then, a soft green energy blossomed from her form, radiant and pure, capable of healing and accepting all. It expanded outward in a soothing dome, enveloping every wounded Supreme Monarch as she began a general healing session before she would commence any specific restoration.

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