Rien walked toward him with calm, measured steps, his gaze steady, a soft smile resting on his lips.
"Let us begin," he said quietly.
Xeora tightened his grip on his sword, his aura surging violently as he lunged forward, the blade slicing through the air with lethal intent.
"Too slow."
Rien caught the blade with his bare hand.
Effortlessly.
The impact that should have shattered mountains… stopped in his fingers.
Before Xeora could react—
Rien lifted his leg and drove a single kick into his chest.
Not violently.
Not even with visible force.
Yet the world—
Collapsed.
Reality shattered like glass.
The battlefield dissolved into nothingness.
And in its place—
An endless, silent void.
Xeora's body crashed onto a surface that wasn't land… and wasn't entirely water. A dark, infinite ocean stretched beyond all perception, its surface unnaturally still, reflecting a blood-red moon hanging impossibly large in the sky.
The horizon did not exist.
There was no edge.
Only… infinity.
Xeora slowly rose to his feet, his eyes scanning the endless sea.
"What… is this place?" he asked, his voice carrying a rare hint of confusion.
Rien stood before him, untouched, unmoved, as if he belonged to this reality.
"This," Rien said calmly, "is the Leviathan Demonic Titanboa Sea."
His hand gestured lightly toward the water.
"A domain where the greatest beasts of existence reside."
The ocean trembled.
Not from waves—
But from something beneath it.
Something vast.
Something… immeasurable.
The water began to rise—not like a tide, but as if space itself was being displaced.
Then—
It emerged.
A colossal serpent.
No—
That word was insufficient.
Its body stretched beyond sight, coiling through dimensions themselves. Its scales reflected distorted realities, each one containing fragments of universes like broken mirrors. Its size dwarfed comprehension—far beyond stars, beyond galaxies—beyond entire multiversal structures.
Even the red moon seemed insignificant beside it.
Its eyes opened.
Ancient.
Cold.
Hungry.
"That," Rien said softly, looking up without concern, "is a Demonic Titanoboa."
Xeora tightened his grip on his sword, his expression hardening.
"You will pay for this," he said, his voice dropping into a deep, hollow tone.
But—
The ocean split again.
From the opposite side—
Something even greater rose.
A Leviathan.
Its form was beyond definition—its body spiraling through layers of existence, its presence bending the void itself. Its sheer scale eclipsed the Titanoboa, stretching across dimensions like an endless living abyss. Its movement alone caused reality to ripple as if it were fragile.
Two beings.
Two horrors.
Both beyond comprehension.
And both—
Watching.
Xeora stood between them.
Rien calmly took a seat upon a throne that manifested behind him—formed from nothing, yet more real than existence itself.
"You cannot use your power here," Rien said, resting his chin lightly on his hand. "This is an eleven-dimensional construct. A space where your rules… no longer apply."
His tone remained gentle.
Almost indifferent.
The two colossal entities shifted.
The Titanoboa's body coiled through infinite layers, its presence suffocating reality itself.
The Leviathan's gaze locked onto Xeora, its mere attention distorting space around him.
They were not just large—
They were existence-consuming.
Entities whose size made even multiverses seem insignificant.
Xeora stood still for a moment.
Then—
He smiled.
"I will not fall… before mere beasts."
His voice echoed across the infinite sea, defiant despite the overwhelming presence surrounding him.
The red moon pulsed.
The ocean trembled.
And the two cosmic horrors—
Began to move.
The ocean trembled.
Not from movement—
But from pressure.
Xeora stood at the center of the infinite black sea, his grip tightening around his sword as the presence of the two cosmic horrors crushed down on him from all sides. The Demonic Titanoboa coiled through layers of existence, its endless body stretching beyond perception, while the Leviathan loomed from the opposite side—its form swallowing entire dimensions as if they were nothing.
Rien watched from his throne, one leg crossed over the other, his expression calm. Uninterested.
Xeora exhaled slowly.
Then—
His aura erupted.
A violent surge of power exploded outward, distorting the eleven-dimensional space itself. The ocean beneath him split apart as golden-white energy wrapped around his body like a storm. Symbols—ancient, incomprehensible—burned across his skin, his eyes glowing with absolute intensity.
This was not ordinary power.
This was something beyond limits.
A force capable of rewriting reality itself.
The sea screamed.
The red moon cracked.
Xeora stepped forward.
He vanished.
Reappearing above the Titanoboa's head in an instant, his sword raised high.
"Die!"
The blade came down.
A strike infused with enough power to shatter entire multiverses—
It landed.
And for a moment—
Nothing happened.
The Titanoboa did not move.
Its massive eye slowly shifted… glancing at him.
Not with anger.
Not with pain.
But with something far worse—
Indifference.
Like a human noticing a small insect.
The impact of Xeora's attack dispersed across its scales like dust hitting a mountain.
No damage.
Not even a scratch.
Xeora's eyes widened.
"What…?"
The Titanoboa's body moved slightly—
And the force alone sent Xeora flying across the void like a broken star.
He crashed into the ocean, tearing through layers of space before stopping himself mid-air, blood spilling from his mouth.
The Leviathan shifted.
Its gaze fell upon him.
The pressure multiplied instantly.
Xeora's body trembled as gravity itself bent around him.
To them—
He was nothing.
A child swinging at gods.
Rien rested his chin on his hand, watching quietly.
Xeora wiped the blood from his lips.
His breathing slowed.
Then—
He smiled.
"…So this is what stands above everything."
His aura changed.
Not just stronger—
Deeper.
Colder.
More absolute.
The space around him began to fracture—not from force, but from contradiction.
His existence itself started rejecting the rules of this realm.
If power could not harm them—
Then he would change what power meant.
Xeora raised his hand.
The energy around him condensed—not outward, but inward.
Compressing.
Refining.
Becoming something sharper than destruction itself.
He moved again.
This time—
There was no explosion.
No flash.
No sound.
He appeared directly on the Titanoboa's body.
And touched it.
For a single moment—
The infinite serpent froze.
Its existence flickered.
Not damaged—
But… overwritten.
A small section of its immeasurable body collapsed into nothingness, erased as if it had never existed.
The Titanoboa reacted.
For the first time—
It moved with intent.
Its massive form twisted violently, dimensions collapsing as it attempted to crush Xeora completely.
But Xeora was already gone.
He appeared before the Leviathan.
His eyes were no longer burning—
They were empty.
Calm.
Absolute.
"You exist because reality allows it," he said quietly.
"So I will remove that permission."
The Leviathan roared—
A sound that shattered layers of existence.
Its body surged forward, consuming everything in its path.
Xeora stepped into it.
Not resisting.
Not dodging.
But entering its presence completely.
Then—
He cut.
There was no visible strike.
No motion.
Yet—
The Leviathan split.
Not physically—
Conceptually.
Its existence fractured at its core, its form collapsing across dimensions simultaneously. Infinite layers of its body disintegrated, folding inward as if reality itself had rejected it.
The ocean trembled violently.
The Titanoboa lunged.
Its endless body coiling around Xeora, crushing dimensions, attempting to erase him entirely.
Xeora closed his eyes.
For a moment—
Silence.
Then—
"Erase."
The word was soft.
Barely a whisper.
Yet it carried something deeper than power—
Authority.
The Titanoboa's body stopped.
Then began to collapse.
Not destroyed—
But undone.
Its infinite form unraveled across existence, each segment disappearing one after another, like a thread being pulled from reality itself.
Until—
Nothing remained.
Silence returned.
The ocean stilled.
The red moon dimmed.
Xeora stood alone.
Breathing heavily.
His body trembling from the strain.
Blood dripping from his arms.
The beasts—
Were gone.
Rien watched from his throne, his expression unchanged.
"…Interesting."
Xeora looked up at him, exhaustion clear—but his eyes still burning with determination.
"I told you… I wouldn't fall."
Rien smiled faintly.
Not impressed.
Not surprised.
Just—
Acknowledging.
And the infinite sea… remained still.