Devon hovered in the air, his eyes glowing bright red, his white silk hair fluttering in the void's faint currents.
Necrofell, the blade forged through countless battles, glowed a ghastly red, casting him as both devil and angel.
The arm gripping Necrofell bore tattoos that pulsed blood-red beneath his black fitted cloth, marking his god-level Nexus—
Devon let out a breath, allowing his eyes to return to their original color. He attacked again.
This time, his attacks weren't merely grazing its brass armor—they were passing cleanly through it.
Each strike could not be blocked. The giant tried, only to have its two arms severed from Devon's attack, its chest plate caved in like crumpled metal.
Devon stayed on it, moving even faster.
He smashed and smashed, severing the giant's legs and nearly splitting its torso.
The once-glorious guardian of the Nexus Void could barely be differentiated from a piece of scrap metal.
"You are impressively durable… no doubt you would have pushed me to my limit when I was a deity.
But I need to be on my way."
Increasing his strength, he tore the side of the fitted cloth where he held the sword, revealing the blood-colored tattoo glowing brighter on his hand.
"And you are in my way."
He raised Necrofell, about to completely sever the giant's torso—
—but in an instant, the giant regenerated.
Arms. Shield. Sword.
Boom!
It blocked the fatal attack, but still received massive damage from that alone.
Devon's eyes narrowed as he stepped back.
The sword and shield from its severed arm earlier still lay on the floor.
But its hands now held a new shield and a sword.
"I had my thoughts… if you could regenerate.
Seeing as you copy everything. And alas, I was right. You are even capable of regenerating inanimate objects."
Devon knelt, beginning a chant.
A runic circle formed around him, glowing with white light.
"I wanted to confirm my suspicion. Now that I have, I will end this in an instant."
"Melest de futa, eris ta ni telest wa reut."
The light spread through the dark expanse, his attack building power to end the giant.
Then—
he saw it.
Just behind it, barely visible—
the golden door.
Tiny in the distance, but unmistakable.
Its runes pulsed with a single word: ORDER.
Devon stopped the chant.
Realization hit.
The door wasn't opened by defeating the giant—
it was protected by it.
The giant gave out a battle cry. Its red eyes glowed even brighter, then its body gave off a black aura, almost as if it had sensed Devon knew about the door.
"Very well… I guess I will have to show you that I have the right to pass through that door."
Devon's body glowed, releasing a red miasma—his Nexus. It felt aggressive and dominating.
He struck.
The giant struck.
Both moved at immeasurable speed—
—but at the moment of impact—
Devon vanished.
The giant froze.
For the first time, it couldn't find him.
Then—
behind it—
Devon had already reached the door.
The giant rushed back instantly.
But it was too late.
Devon jumped through the door.
Almost instantly, his body began to disintegrate into particles.
He pulled out the Eye of Stasis—given to him by Nick during their final stand—along with his Eyes of Time and Space.
Without hesitation, he ripped out his own eyes.
Blood poured from the sockets.
He didn't flinch.
Gripping them, he chanted—his voice steady.
Just as his body began to fade into dust—
a sphere formed around him.
His body restored instantly.
And then—
he vanished.
The next time he opened his eyes—
he was naked.
The smell of diesel engines and concrete roads filled his senses.
Ohio. There was no mistaking it.
He was home.
People stared at the young boy who appeared from thin air,
Some ran away like they had seen a ghost, some just stared taking pictures.
The zero survival instincts proved he was really back on earth,
One man already pulling out his phone—probably calling the police.
Devon didn't waste a second.
He vanished.
Reappearing in a run-down apartment.
He smiled, nostalgia filling him to the brim
"It's good to be home."