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While the battlefield raged on with chaos—fallen angels clashing with devils, blades singing and spells erupting—two beings had withdrawn from the fray, drawn into a battle that would shake the very foundation of the world.
Issei Hyoudou stood in the eye of a storm of power. The ground beneath him crumbled, unable to withstand the escalating pressure of his aura. The sky above split with veins of crimson lightning, spiraling outward like the world itself was recoiling in anticipation.
Then—
BOOM
A towering pillar of fire erupted around him, scorching away every trace of debris in an instant. The flames licked the heavens, twisting into a vortex of pure draconic might. The earth shuddered, fissures webbing outward with each pulse of power that radiated from within.
His body began to shift — to evolve.
Bones cracked, limbs stretched, and armor melted into scale. What emerged from the inferno was no longer the Red Dragon Emperor in armor — this was something far more ancient, far more terrifying.
The Crimson Calamity Dragon had awakened.
A titanic dragon, over sixty meters tall, with wings that eclipsed the sun and scales that shimmered like molten rubies in the light. His claws crackled with crimson flames, each breath he exhaled warping the air into heat mirages. The ground buckled beneath his weight, and even the light seemed to bend around his sheer presence.
The wind fell silent.
Even the elements seemed to reverently pause, acknowledging the birth of a true draconic monarch.
Across from him, Renekton laughed.
A deep, guttural, battle-hungry roar echoed from his chest, not out of mockery, but of joy.
"YES!" he bellowed, voice booming like a war drum. "Finally! This is what I came for! The legendary Crimson Calamity—a dragon feared even by gods. Now that's a foe worthy of my blade!"
His muscles surged, pulsing with demonic strength as his own aura exploded outward. The earth splintered. Giant boulders, trees, and chunks of the battlefield rose into the air, suspended in the force of his transformation.
A crimson aura ignited around him, wild and primal — like a beast tearing through its cage.
Renekton raised his battle-axe high and roared:
"DOMINUS!"
A second detonation of power tore through the landscape as Renekton transformed, his form swelling in size and ferocity. Standing now as a monstrous, tyrannical beast, his towering form matched Issei's, his armored scales glowing with dark energy. Horns lengthened, muscle expanded, and his glowing yellow eyes locked with the dragon's emerald gaze.
The two titans stood face-to-face.
One born from a miracle, now a sovereign of flame and fury.
The other, a living weapon of destruction, reborn in wrath and war.
Between them, the air buzzed with tension. Cracks rippled across space itself, unable to contain the monstrous energy being released.
In the distance, every warrior — devil, angel, dragon, and fallen — felt it. The battle between Issei Hyoudou and Renekton wasn't just a fight. It was an apocalyptic clash between two colossal forces of nature.
The heavens would bear witness.
The earth would be scarred.
And only one of them would walk away victorious.
"LET US FIGHT" renekton's voice bellowed across the battlefield
The air trembled with an electric charge as the two behemoths faced one another across the battlefield. The ground beneath their massive feet cracked and splintered with each step, and the sky above darkened, the clouds swirling like a storm on the horizon. The sheer power of their presence made the earth groan, as if nature itself was holding its breath in anticipation.
Renekton, the crocodile-headed behemoth, stood at the ready, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. His scales, shimmered in the faint light of the storm. The long, vicious tail whipped through the air, a weapon in its own right. He raised his great battle-axe, its edge glinting with a malevolent energy, as his chest heaved with the thrill of the impending battle.
Across from him hovered Issei, a dragon with wings like molten flame and eyes as bright as the sun itself. His body shimmered with the power of his heritage—his muscles rippling beneath his dark crimson scales. The faint hum of his wings cut through the air as they beat with anticipation, the fiery glow of his dragon aura lighting up the landscape around him. Flames roared from his mouth as he exhaled deeply, preparing himself for the chaos to come.
Without warning, Renekton charged forward, his massive frame like a tidal wave of destruction. His weapon swung with terrifying speed, its razor-sharp edge cutting through the air with a whistle that could slice through steel. Issei was quick, soaring high into the air, just narrowly avoiding the deadly blow, the force of Renekton's swing creating a shockwave that tore through the forest below. Trees splintered and cracked like toothpicks as the winds from the blow scattered debris in every direction.
But Issei didn't give him a chance to recover. In an instant, his body shot downward like a comet, his claws outstretched as he aimed for Renekton's chest. With a roar, he unleashed a massive burst of fire from his mouth, a torrent of flames that could incinerate anything in its path. Renekton roared in defiance and raised his weapon in an overhead block, the flames crashing against it with an explosion of light. The heat was so intense that the very air around them warped, shimmering like a mirage.
The ground beneath them cracked open as Renekton swung his battle-axe downward with all his might, aiming for Issei's wings. The attack landed with a deafening impact, sending tremors through the earth as a massive shockwave spread outward. The force of the blow caused trees to splinter and rocks to shatter, while the sky seemed to crack with the sheer magnitude of their clash. Issei was thrown back, his wings snapping open to catch the wind and regain control, his eyes glowing brighter with each second as he charged forward once more.
Issei lashed out with claws of molten flame, slashing through the air with deadly precision. His flames danced with vibrant intensity, wreathing his body in fiery ribbons as he lunged at Renekton, the heat of his strikes scorching the earth below. Renekton parried with his axe, the blade singing as it met the inferno, and the explosion of heat from their collision sent a wave of destruction through the forest. Trees around them were instantly turned to ash, and the ground beneath them blackened as if the very life of nature had been sucked away in the wake of their battle.
Renekton snarled, his eyes narrowing as he charged again. He was relentless, swinging his weapon in wide arcs, each strike capable of leveling mountains. Issei dodged and weaved, using his wings to propel himself higher and higher, unleashing blasts of fire from above, turning the sky into an inferno. The heat was unbearable, but Renekton did not retreat. He powered through, his body surrounded by a protective aura as he leaped into the air to meet Issei.
The two behemoths collided with a thunderous roar, their bodies crashing together in a tangle of scales, wings, and claws. The air rippled with the energy of their struggle, and every swing of their claws or strike of their weapons sent shockwaves through the earth. Mountains trembled, forests were razed to the ground, and the very earth beneath them seemed to buckle under the strain of their battle.
"YES MORE POWER MORE BLOODSHED" Renekton bellowed out as he enjoyed the battle
Issei's tail lashed out, striking Renekton in the side with the force of a landslide, sending the crocodile headed warrior sprawling. But Renekton, with a guttural laugh, rolled with the impact, his tail whipping around to slam into Issei's legs, sending him crashing to the ground. The force of the impact created a deep crater, the earth splitting open and sending rocks flying in all directions.
The air crackled with fury as both monsters stood, their eyes locked in a deadly contest of wills. The very landscape around them was a shattered wasteland, the once-beautiful forest now a sea of smoldering wreckage, trees reduced to charred stumps and rivers turned to steam. But neither cared. Their battle was far from over, and with every strike, they were carving their names into the very fabric of nature itself. If it wasn't for Issei multi-layered barrier containing their power then the outside world would have definetly been affected.
The battlefield had become a war-torn wasteland of scorched glass, shattered rock, and craters large enough to swallow entire castles. The wind howled in protest as two monstrous titans clashed—the Butcher of the Sands and the Crimson Calamity Dragon.
Issei roared from the sky, his massive draconic form glowing with radiant crimson energy. With a sweep of his wings, he unleashed a barrage of decaying flames—flames that corroded not just flesh, but existence itself. They howled across the battlefield like spectral banshees, consuming everything in their path.
But Renekton was ready.
"RAAAAH!" the beast-warrior bellowed as he slammed both cleavers into the earth. The ground trembled and split as a mountain-sized pillar of earth erupted beneath him, rising like a guardian colossus. The pillar intercepted the decay-flames head-on, sacrificing itself in a roaring inferno that turned solid rock into ash and smoke.
Issei beat his wings again, launching into the sky to put distance between them, aiming to strike from above with overwhelming magic. But Renekton grinned savagely.
"You think you can run from me?!"
Using the now-scorched earthen pillar as a launching ramp, Renekton leapt into the air like a missile. His cleaver glinted with brutal purpose as he soared toward Issei's exposed flank.
Issei turned just in time, twisting in the air and narrowly avoiding the cleaver swipe that would have carved open even his hardened dragonhide. He retaliated with a tail swipe powered by centrifugal force, aiming to swat Renekton from the sky like an insect.
THOOM!
Renekton crossed his arms and took the blow, his body thrown backward—but he absorbed the impact, landing mid-air with a burst of his own aura, then launching himself forward again with relentless momentum.
Issei retaliated with a barrage of flames—crimson, purgatory, divine holy, freezing azure, and even his entropy-laced decaying fire. Each one roared like a dragon of its own, painting the skies in a storm of colors and energies that could have annihilated armies.
But Renekton endured them.
His brute resilience, now amplified by the Tyrant Form, seemed impenetrable. The divine flames only sizzled against his skin. His hardened scales shrugged off purgatory fire. Even the entropy flames barely left a mark.
Issei growled in frustration. All that, and he's still charging. Damn it. He's too smart to fall for the crimson flames, and his body is too tough for the others. That only leaves... one thing.
He landed several hundred meters away and narrowed his eyes.
"Well then…" Issei muttered. "Let's see you handle this."
He opened his jaws and unleashed a breath of apocalyptic flame, not at Renekton—but at the battlefield itself, triggering a massive eruption of fire and molten earth. Renekton dodged instinctively, leaping back to avoid the detonation.
But that was Issei's plan.
Using the explosion as cover, Issei soared high into the heavens, raising one colossal claw as he began to chant in the ancient tongue of dragons. The sky darkened as thunderclouds formed with unnatural speed. The very air began to vibrate—not with magic, but with infinity.
Suddenly, the first bolt of black lightning struck.
It didn't thunder—it screamed. A terrible, whispering screech like the void itself echoed as bolts of pure black lightning rained from above, ripping space itself apart as they struck the ground.
Renekton's eyes widened.
"This energy… It's wrong… It shouldn't exist."
He barely sidestepped a bolt that disintegrated a hill behind him. His instincts—those battle-hardened senses that had carried him through a thousand wars—were screaming at him.
And then it happened.
Issei pointed a single claw toward Renekton.
A black bolt struck.
SHRRRACK-KKOOOOM!
The lightning didn't crash—it pierced. It tunneled through the air, through Renekton's defenses, through his aura—and through him. A fountain of blood burst from his side as he stumbled backward, finally wounded in earnest.
Renekton looked down in disbelief. No flame could do this. No weapon had pierced his armor in Tyrant form.
Issei's voice thundered from above.
"This is no ordinary magic. This is my Black Lightning—fused with the essence of my mother, Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God. It doesn't burn. It erases."
For a long moment, Renekton was silent. Then… he laughed.
"HAHAHAHA! YES! You're finally fighting like a true dragon! This… This is the power I was promised! I love it! Show me everything, Crimson Calamity! The stronger you are—the sweeter your defeat!"
Issei's eyes narrowed. "As you wish."
With a roar, he raised both wings, channeling the black lightning into shape—dragons of pure energy, serpentine and majestic, coiled around him.
He sent them forward with a deafening cry. The lightning dragons spiraled through the air, each one trailing entropy and distortion in their wake.
Renekton, now aware of their danger, gritted his teeth and leapt between the bolts, using aura shockwaves and raw strength to deflect or dodge them. But even still—each missed bolt created nuclear-scale explosions, carving craters that vaporized the land.
The desert was gone. In its place was a storm-torn wasteland, split apart by the clash of primordial powers.
One thing had become clear: the fight was no longer just brute strength.
It was divine will versus indomitable wrath.
"You wanted to face a Dragon God! Well it seems you finally get your wish" Issei stated.
Renekton's grin was nothing short of savage, a twisted curl of joy on his reptilian face. "I am not intimidated by gods," he growled, his voice a guttural rasp, "Not by any being, divine or mortal. I will bring you down just as I have brought down kingdoms!"
With a roar that could shatter mountains, Renekton surged forward, his axe slicing through the air like a blade of destruction. The winds howled around him as he lunged, aiming to strike the Dragon God down in a single, devastating blow. The earth quaked beneath him, and trees were torn from the ground as he passed.
But Issei was no mere creature to be struck down so easily. With a flick of his mighty wings, he soared into the sky, a blur of chaotic energy as he left a streak of stardust in his wake. Renekton's axe struck the ground where the Dragon God had once stood, and the resulting shockwave obliterated everything in its path—a massive explosion of dirt, rock, and energy that flattened the land and sent ripples through the fabric of reality itself.
"Impressive," Issei's voice boomed, his eyes narrowing as he hovered in the sky, "But you will need more than brute force to defeat me."
Renekton snarled, his fury only intensifying. With a mighty roar, he leapt into the air, his powerful tail slicing through the air as he swung his axe once more. This time, Issei met him head-on, his own body surrounded by an aura of crackling chaotic energy filled with the power of infinity and the dream. The two collided in an explosion of power, a shockwave that flattened entire mountain ranges and cracked the very sky above them.
Renekton's claws locked around the Dragon God's neck, his immense strength clamping down with crushing force, but Issei was prepared as he reinforced his defense as his scales became impenetrable. With a burst of energy, the Dragon God flung Renekton back, sending the crocodile-headed behemoth crashing into the ground with the force of a meteor strike. The impact caused the earth to shudder and split open, massive fissures forming in the land.
Unwilling to relent, Renekton surged forward once again, his eyes burning with an insatiable hunger for dominance. He summoned a cataclysmic force, the ground beneath him splitting apart as he gathered his own colossal energy that erupted from his body. The air itself became a furnace as Renekton called upon the primal fury of his being. "You will burn before me!" he roared, unleashing a torrent of destruction.
Issei raised his massive wings, and in a single, earth-shattering movement, summoned the full might of his cosmic power. Torrents of flame and lightning elemental fury radiated from him, tearing through the heavens and splitting the air itself. The blast of energy collided with Renekton fury, and the resulting explosion sent shockwaves across the planet, a blaze so bright it seemed to scorch the very heavens. For miles around, the sky turned black, and the ground turned to ash.
Renekton stood unfazed, his eyes burning with determination, the force of the battle pushing him beyond his limits. He lunged once more, unleashing a roar that shook the heavens as he drew upon the full might of his being. His claws extended into razor-sharp blades of energy, his tail lashing out with the power of a thousand storms. He aimed for the Dragon God's heart but Issei was prepared as he countered him just in time.
"You really are relentless," Issei's voice thundered, vibrating the very air. "But you are a fool if you believe that your strength can match the power of the Dragon Gods."
Renekton, undeterred, smirked in response, his laughter booming across the battlefield. "Do you think I care for the title of 'god'?" His voice was deep, guttural, filled with a dark satisfaction. "Titles mean nothing in the heat of battle. You may call yourself a god, but I know better. You and I are the same—creatures of destruction, born to fight. To test our limits and bring the world to its knees!"
With a roar, Renekton charged forward, his battle-axe raised high. Issei responded in kind, unleashing a blast of apocalyptic energy from his maw, a beam of fire that burns through the air with blinding intensity. The collision of the two forces created a shockwave that tore the land asunder, the ground splitting open and a roar of pure energy erupting from the impact.
Renekton grinned, barely fazed by the explosion of light and power. As the smoke cleared, he spoke again, his voice steady and filled with a dark conviction.
"You talk of gods and powers, but you don't understand what it is to live for the battle. To thrive in the chaos and destruction. It's all we are, Dragon God. All we've ever been. I was forged in the fires of war, born to fight and to conquer. My blood flows with the hunger for combat, and my heart beats only for the clash of enemies. The roar of battle is the only sound I need to hear. It is the only thing that makes me feel alive."
Renekton's eyes gleamed with a twisted joy as he danced around the storm, his body moving with a fluidity that belied his massive size. "You pretend to be above it all, Dragon God. But I see it in you. That same hunger. That same craving for the fight. The only thing that separates us is that you hide behind the guise of 'order' and 'righteousness,' while I embrace it for what it truly is. Destruction. Chaos. Power."
He lunged forward, his claws tearing through the air, and with a resounding crash, his axe met the Dragon God's scales with an explosion of force. The air around them shuddered, the very atmosphere warping with the intensity of their clash.
"You and I," Renekton continued, his voice low and maddening with zeal, "are creatures of war. We are born to fight, to destroy, to shatter everything that stands before us. This—this is the only place where we can truly display our power. It is the only place where we find our true purpose."
Issei's wings shimmering with crimson fire, shot forward with divine speed, slamming into Renekton with the force of a celestial impact. The impact created a shockwave that cracked the very foundation of the earth, sending mountains crumbling into the earth. But Renekton, unfazed, laughed—an insane, guttural sound.
"Don't hide it, Issei Hyoudou," Renekton roared. "Don't pretend you don't feel it—the desire to crush me. To see who is stronger. You want this as much as I do! We are bound by the same need. Without this—without combat—without destruction, we are nothing but hollow shells, walking through a world of peace and weakness."
Issei paused, his massive form looming over Renekton as he stood tall, surveying the damage they had wrought. For a long moment, his glowing eyes studied Renekton with an intensity that made the very air crackle with power. His voice, when it came, was laced an almost mournful understanding.
"Perhaps you are right" he said. "Perhaps this endless battle is the only truth we know. As a Dragon, fighting is in my blood and I would be a fool to deny that."
Renekton smiled, the savage grin of a predator closing in on its prey. "You understand now, don't you? You and I—we are reflections of each other. We cannot exist without conflict, without destruction. This is the only thing that gives us purpose. The only thing that will ever give us meaning."
"BUT" Issei interrupted as his eyes glared at Renekton "If you believe that I will allow such a thing to determine my fate then you are more of a fool than I expected. You fight to destroy while I fight to protect those dear to me. I fight to gain the strength that will allow me to protect my loved ones. That is something I swore to myself all those years ago when I thought I lost my mate and no one will ever convince me otherwise."
"Hmf the strength to protect something" Renekton seemed to reminisce something from his past before his aura surged all around him "What nonsense! You are indeed a bigger fool than I thought Issei Hyousou. Fine then, Show me this so called strength to protect that you claim to possess. I will rend it asunder" Renekton bellowed.
And with that, the two titans collided once again, the earth shuddering beneath their power. The roar of their combat shook the heavens, and the land beneath them buckled under the weight of their battle, both creatures knowing that there would be no victory—not until one of them lay broken on the ground. But until then, they would fight.
Issei's massive wings flared outward, kicking up a tempest of ash and lightning as he hurled another volley of black lightning spears toward Renekton. The thunderous streaks carved through the air like divine judgment—but Renekton remained unfazed.
With a roar, the Butcher of the Sands cleaved one bolt in half, then backhanded another into the horizon with a contemptuous snarl.
"Tch. Do you truly think the same trick will work twice against me, dragon!?" he roared, his voice shaking the battlefield as yet another bolt exploded harmlessly off his aura.
Issei smirked, hovering high in the air, sparks cascading across his colossal dragon form like a thunder god preparing to descend.
"No," he replied coolly, as fire surged through his claws. "I was just setting the stage."
Then, without another word, Issei's wings snapped downward, and he dove with devastating speed—his clawed fist cloaked in a spiraling inferno of concentrated flames. The sheer heat distorted the air around him, turning the sky into molten glass.
Renekton grinned, his battle instincts sharpening.
"Futile." He snarled, lowering his stance and preparing to meet the charge. His massive cleaver gleamed as he raised it to intercept—
But it wouldn't budge.
He pulled harder. Still nothing. His weapon refused to lift. It was stuck—anchored to the battlefield.
"What…?!"
His confusion cost him.
Issei's flaming punch collided with Renekton's abdomen, a shockwave erupting across the terrain. A thunderous crack split the air as Renekton was blasted off his feet, his armored body sent flying through a ridge of shattered stone, carving a deep trench across the wasteland.
"GRAAAHHH!" he bellowed, pain and surprise mingling in his voice.
Smoke and molten rock trailed behind him as he finally skidded to a halt. Coughing, battered, but still conscious, Renekton's eyes darted back toward the weapon he had dropped. It still crackled faintly—and now he saw it. Tiny, ominous sparks danced around its surface.
"What… did you do, dragon…?"
Issei floated above, now cloaked in arcs of black lightning and flame, the skies rumbling in resonance with his power.
He lifted one clawed hand, electricity crackling between his talons as he answered:
"I didn't need to overpower you—I needed to control the field. My lightning isn't just about raw force… it carries my will. My black lightning has inherited more than Ophis's 'infinity' aspect. It's refined, evolved... it can manipulate charge—magnetism."
The ground beneath them hummed with residual static. Pillars of scorched earth still sparked from earlier strikes.
"While you were busy dodging or deflecting my lightning, I was charging your weapon with a heavy negative polarity. Every bolt I struck into the earth was infused with positive charge. The moment you tried to lift your cleaver again… it was bound to the very terrain by magnetic force."
Renekton's eyes widened in realization. His grip tightened around the hilt of his weapon, still grounded and sparking. He chuckled bitterly.
"Using the battlefield like a circuit… clever. You're far more than just overwhelming power."
Issei's eyes gleamed with draconic pride.
Lightning exploded around him like a storm god awakening.
Renekton rose slowly, muscles still aching from the blow, but now grinning.
"Hah… good. Finally, someone who doesn't just hit harder—but thinks faster. This is the fight I've longed for. Now stop holding back…"
He reached toward the ground with his remaining cleaver and began drawing power directly from the earth, his aura surging once more, even stronger than before.
"Let's see whose will breaks first!"
"Bring it on!" Issei roared, his voice booming like thunder across the battlefield.
But as powerful as they both appeared, the toll of the battle was evident. Issei's scales were scorched and cracked, arcs of stray lightning snapping off his wings. His breathing had grown heavier, each exhale releasing steam like a geyser. Renekton, too, was worse for wear—his armor shattered in several places, blood trailing down his side, and his once-pristine cleaver now reduced to a jagged half-blade.
The battlefield around them had been reduced to a scarred wasteland, a canyon of destruction carved by titanic blows and elemental forces beyond mortal comprehension. The air crackled with residual power, but Issei's multi-layered barrier, which had kept the devastation contained, now shimmered dangerously—fracturing, wavering, and pulsing like glass under pressure.
"This barrier…" Issei thought, glancing skyward. "It won't hold much longer. Just maintaining it is draining me... If I don't end this soon, we might both bring down everything around us."
It was clear. This battle had to end. Now.
Renekton, ever perceptive in combat, seemed to share the same thought. Despite his wounds, his bloodthirsty grin returned, and he lifted his broken weapon with defiance and pride.
"You've surprised me, Issei Hyoudou. You're more than just a brat with borrowed power. This fight… it was everything I'd hoped for and more."
The dragon's eyes narrowed.
"And I'll admit, Renekton… I didn't expect a warrior like you. But I'm done holding back."
Renekton laughed—a rough, guttural sound filled with both amusement and respect.
"Good. Then let's end this with pride."
But before they could charge, Renekton's grin twisted as he threw one last barb.
"Still, I can't help but be baffled… Even now, at the brink of death, you worry for those weaklings you call comrades. Why do you insist on dragging yourself down with them? One day, their weakness will be the end of you."
Issei's expression hardened. A crackle of black lightning pulsed across his horns.
"They're not weak. They're my family. I fight for them because they believe in me—and I believe in them. That's real strength… the kind you clearly abandoned long ago."
Renekton's eyes narrowed, the muscles in his jaw twitching at the sting of those words. A memory flashed in his mind—of a long-dead brother, of broken oaths and ancient wars. His expression turned grim, his fury simmering into something colder, more focused.
"Loyalty?" he muttered, voice low and bitter. "I once swore loyalty too… to a king who stood for honor, for unity. He died centuries ago, betrayed by those very ideals. Since then, strength is all I've trusted. All I've known. And it has never failed me."
His grip tightened around his cleaver.
"But enough sentiment. Let us settle this, Crimson Calamity!"
Issei's wings spread wide, black lightning coiling around his arms like divine serpents. His dragon heart pounded like a war drum. He raised his clawed hand, energy gathering at his fingertips like a miniature star.
"Fine. One final clash, Renekton. Let's see whose ideals truly carve the path to victory!"
And with that, the two titans surged forward—Renekton a raging storm of raw, primal fury, Issei a living embodiment of the infinite and the divine. The ground buckled beneath their charge, and the heavens themselves seemed to hold their breath as the final clash began.
The ground trembled beneath Renekton's feet as he surged with power, draining raw energy from the earth itself. The sand beneath him turned molten, his muscles swelling with might. His aura flared, golden-red like a supernova. His Tyrant form was now overflowing with primal wrath. He then gathered an enormous amount of power as he started channeling all his fury into a single attack. The air itself seemed to be ripped apart as the environment around him cracked. His entire form was surrounded by crimson red aura as the skies themselves parted at the sheer might of Renekton's power
"Dominus Purge: Tyrant's Will". He called out one of his ultimate techniques to end the battle with. Even Issei could tell that that attack was extremely dangerous. Even he will die if taken straight up.
"For once, We agree. Let's end this" Issei roared. The storm clouds above grew darker, shifting from iron-gray to an obsidian hue. The very sky wept with lightning, thunder booming like war drums. The arcs of black lightning surrounding Issei suddenly began to spiral, no longer wild bolts—but controlled, coiling serpents of energy. His wings extended wide, absorbing the celestial charge.
"This is my original technique…" Issei declared, his voice echoing through the skies like divine decree.
"Ragnarok Volt: Infinity Lance"
At that moment, the air split open with a scream of light and power.
A colossal black lightning spear, nearly as large as Issei's dragon form, materialized over his arm —its shape jagged and primal, almost alive. In its core danced the infinite swirl of Ophis's essence, a vortex of eternal collapse. Its very presence bent reality around it—cracking the air, fracturing sound, making time itself feel slower.
"Here I come, Calamity Dragon!"
"Let's finish this, Renekton!"
Their roars shook the battlefield as they launched forward with earth-shattering force—two titanic behemoths, one wreathed in divine black lightning laced with the power of infinity, the other a monstrous force of primal carnage and wrath. The very world seemed to recoil at their approach.
The skies split with a thousand bolts of lightning. Hurricanes swirled into existence, born from the raw pressure of their clash. The ground fractured, spewing molten lava as if the underworld itself sought to flee the chaos above. Issei's divine barrier, strained and flickering, screamed against the devastation. It wouldn't hold much longer.
And then—it happened.
Their blows collided.
BOOOOOOOM!
A titanic explosion erupted as their energies clashed—black crimson lightning met berserk wrath in a cataclysmic shockwave. The land buckled. Mountains cracked. The very laws of nature seemed to stutter in fear. If this battle had taken place in the real world, Japan would have ceased to exist in a blaze of annihilation.
Locked in deadlock, both warriors pushed with every ounce of strength. The impact zone around them twisted with unstable dimensional pressure. Time felt as though it slowed—two divine forces battling for dominance in a single, decisive moment.
Renekton snarled, his massive cleaver blazing with crimson fury, pushing his assault forward with brute force. Inch by inch, Issei's lightning was being driven back.
"Give up, Calamity Dragon!" Renekton thundered, his voice shaking the air. "I AM THE END! NONE SURVIVE MY WRATH! I SHALL REIGN SUPREME!"
Issei's claws trembled as his lightning faltered under Renekton's overwhelming force. His wings beat furiously, his muscles screamed in defiance, but he was being forced back. The pressure was unbearable.
But then—
"I won't lose."
Issei's eyes blazed with determination. Memories flashed through his mind—Rias. Asia. Akeno, Tiamat. His friends. His family. The bonds he swore to protect. Their faces gave him strength beyond power.
"Too many people are counting on me… I won't let them down. I CAN'T LOSE!" Issei roared, his entire body surging with power.
From the depth of his soul, he summoned the full might of his crimson flame, the primordial fire that burned with his will, his emotions, his essence. Without hesitation—and without time to test or calculate—he merged it into his black lightning.
Black and crimson intertwined.
A chaotic fusion of annihilation and infinity, of rage and resolve. The sky turned blood-red as this newborn power surged outward, transforming his lightning into a blazing storm of dark crimson fury. Lightning shaped like roaring dragons coiled around his arms, snapping with destructive intent.
Renekton's eyes widened. "What is this…?!"
"Crimson Infinity Lightning!" Issei declared, his voice shaking the heavens.
The clash resumed.
This time, Issei surged forward with newfound might. His crimson lightning ripped through Renekton's wrathful aura, devouring it like fire consuming dry wood. The balance had tipped—now it was Renekton who was being pushed back.
"NO—IMPOSSIBLE!" Renekton bellowed, his voice laced with disbelief. "I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!"
"This ends now!" Issei shouted, pouring everything—every flame, every spark, every ounce of power—into one final strike.
RRRROOOOOAAAAARRRRR!
They roared in unison—the final war cries of two divine monsters locked in a clash that would be remembered for ages.
SPARK! CRACK! SPARK!
Then—BOOOOOM!
The battlefield exploded in a cascade of crimson lightning and shockwaves as Issei's power finally shattered Renekton's attack. His fist—wreathed in swirling flame and divine lightning—punched straight into Renekton's gut, sending a shockwave through the crocodilian warlord's massive frame.
"GRAAAAAHHHHH!" Renekton howled, blood erupting from his maw.
But Issei didn't stop.
With a thunderous roar, he grabbed Renekton and slammed him into the earth, shattering the last remnants of the barrier as the sheer impact caused the land itself to split like glass. The ground cratered beneath the Butcher of the Sands, molten cracks spidering in every direction.
Silence fell.
Ashes drifted through the air like snow. Thunderclouds receded. The once-unstoppable storm had ended.
Issei stood tall, his dragon form heaving with each breath, electricity sparking off his wings. Renekton lay beneath him, defeated. He had won.
Issei roared into the heavens, a thunderous cry of victory that echoed across the battlefield. The skies, once ablaze with elemental fury, now began to clear, as if the heavens themselves acknowledged his triumph over the mighty Renekton.
But victory came at a price.
Issei's colossal dragon form trembled slightly, steam and lightning crackling off his body, his scales scorched in places and wings heavy with exhaustion. His breath came in deep, thundering waves, and he lowered his head for a moment, taking time to steady himself. Every muscle ached, and even with his dragon resilience, he needed time to recuperate after expending so much power.
Then, through the fading chaos, he heard a voice.
"ISSEI!"
His golden eyes flicked downward, surprised. It was Akeno, calling out to him with a mix of relief and concern.
And then he saw them—Rias, Asia, Kiba, Xenovia, and the others, all rushing toward him from the edge of the decimated battlefield. They looked worn, but alive. His heart nearly stopped. The barrier... it was gone. Their battle must have annihilated it in its final moments.
A chilling thought crossed his mind:
If their fight had lasted even a second longer, or if Renekton had gone berserk... they could've been caught in the crossfire.
And that was something Issei could never have lived with.
Thank the gods it ended when it did... he thought, a mixture of relief and dread settling in his chest.
Looking closer, he saw even more unfamiliar figures amidst the crowd—and his eyes widened in surprise. Standing near Rias were not just his friends, but the Maous themselves—Sirzechs Lucifer, Serafall Leviathan, Ajuka Beelzebub—and Grayfia. Her usually calm expression now held traces of visible concern.
Reinforcements, finally.
His gaze then drifted to others—three unfamiliar warriors standing apart from the main group. A silver-haired woman with icy eyes who radiated pure battle lust. A dark-haired young man with a worn sword. And a crimson-eyed girl who stood calm and poised like a blade drawn but not yet swung.
Tatsumi... Akame... Esdeath...? He didn't know their names yet, but even from this distance, he could feel the weight of their presence. These weren't ordinary humans.
And Esdeath... She was grinning. Not with malice—but with raw, unfiltered exhilaration. A fellow warrior who had just witnessed a battle worthy of legends and now burned with the desire to face him herself.
Issei raised an eyebrow.
Please don't tell me she wants to fight me next... I barely have the strength to swat a fly right now.
But what truly caught his attention—what left him utterly confused—was the sight of someone he definitely recognized:
"Wait… is that the White Dragon Emperor down there!?"
His eyes narrowed in disbelief. Indeed, standing amongst the group, he saw Vali Lucifer, wielder of Albion, casually holding a limp, battered form in one hand.
Kokabiel.
What the hell is going on down there...?
Issei stared in stunned silence, trying to piece it together. The last time he saw Kokabiel, the fallen angel was full of venom and fury. Now, he was unconscious—or worse—and being carried like a discarded ragdoll by his supposed enemy.
Did Albion's host just take him out...? Since when is he helping us? What in the actual hell did I miss? Issei thought to himself. He tried to get some answers from his mates.
"Akeno, Tiamat, what is going—"
Before the words could finish leaving his mouth, a chill ran down Issei's spine—a sudden, primal dread. His instincts screamed at him.
But it was already too late.
Renekton's eyes snapped open.
With terrifying speed and ferocity, the Tyrant lunged forward like a crocodile ambushing its prey from murky waters. His jaws stretched wide, and in a blur of motion, they clamped down on Issei's arm just below the shoulder.
CRUNCH.
The sickening sound of shattering scales and snapping bone echoed across the battlefield like a cannon blast.
"GRAAAAAHHHHH!"
Issei roared in pure agony, eyes wide in disbelief and pain.
Then came the worst part.
RIP. CRACK. SNAP.
Renekton wrenched his massive head back, and with an explosion of brute force, he tore Issei's entire arm from his body. Blood gushed out in a geyser, spraying the ruined earth below.
"ISSEI!" Akeno shrieked, her voice trembling with horror.
"NO!" Tiamat's voice cracked with fury, her ancient aura flaring with wrath.
Shock rippled across the battlefield. Even the Maous, normally pillars of composure, looked stunned. Grayfia's usually emotionless expression twisted in open concern. Esdeath's lips curled in both awe and twisted delight.
"He actually ripped off his arm... impressive," she murmured.
From behind, the trio of strangers—Tatsumi, Akame, and Esdeath—stood frozen. Tatsumi instinctively took a step forward, hand reaching for his weapon. Akame's eyes narrowed in both worry and admiration. But Esdeath... she simply licked her lips, eyes gleaming.
"Now that's the kind of battle I live for."
Even Albion's host, still carrying Kokabiel's limp body, stared upward in disbelief.
"What in the hell...?"
Up above, Issei staggered, his massive body trembling. Pain burned hotter than any flame he'd ever conjured. He looked down at the empty space where his arm had once been, blood pouring like a waterfall from the mangled stump. The heat of the battle had completely vanished, replaced with cold, cutting pain.
His heartbeat thundered. His vision blurred. He could feel the cold grip of death circling closer.
I let my guard down... and I paid the price.
Damn it...
But then—through the fog of pain—flashes of faces broke through: Akeno laughing... Asia crying... Tiamat's warmth... his friends, his family, his bond.
And with them—rage.
"YOU BASTARD!"
Issei roared, his remaining fist wreathed in burning crimson flame and black lightning, the air around it rippling with destructive power. With one colossal surge, he hurled a haymaker straight into Renekton's jaw. The impact cracked the sky, shockwaves flattening nearby terrain.
BOOM!
Renekton was launched across the battlefield, bouncing off the shattered ground, crashing through boulders and trees, until his body finally slammed into a mountain ridge. The stone cracked under the force, dust billowing in all directions.
Back in the sky, Issei knelt, trembling. The pain was unbearable. But survival demanded action.
Clenching his teeth, he summoned every ounce of control over his draconic energy. A glowing crimson seal appeared over his wound. Black lightning pulsed through it, and with masterful precision, he cauterized and sealed the arteries—stopping the blood loss before it could claim his life.
Smoke hissed from the raw flesh. The scent of burned muscle filled the air.
I've lost my arm... but not this battle. Not my will.
Down below, Grayfia's voice broke the silence.
"He sealed the wound with elemental precision... impossible for most dragons."
Sirzechs nodded. "He's grown. That's the power of conviction... and wrath."
Issei staggered, but his eyes burned brighter than ever.
Meanwhile, buried under rubble, Renekton stirred. He pushed debris off his broken body, his jaw cracked, scales torn, and internal bleeding flowing like lava beneath his flesh.
That punch... was heavier than anything I've felt in centuries...
He slowly got to his feet, snarling through blood and broken teeth.
Even torn and wounded, he still stands... No.
He still fights like a god.
And for the briefest of moments, there was no hatred in his eyes. Only respect... and the thrill of true battle. Renekton stood tall.
His colossal form towered like a beast out of myth, cracked scales leaking trails of blood, his limbs battered and worn. Yet his presence still blanketed the battlefield like a dark storm. And then—he laughed.
"Hahahaha! Amazing! Absolutely… magnificent!"
His laughter echoed like thunder, shaking the cracked ground beneath them. His gleaming teeth shone beneath the blood smearing his maw as he raised his cleaver high into the air.
"You are every bit the opponent I hoped for, Calamity Dragon. Even after losing an arm… you strike back like an unchained god of war."
Issei remained still, one arm gone, the other pulsing with power and rage. His crimson-black aura roared around him, his dragon eyes locked with Renekton's—unshaken.
But the war brute's voice dropped suddenly, almost disappointed.
"Still… as I told you before…"
"It was your weakness for others that cost you your arm."
He swept his cleaver outward, pointing at the stunned onlookers below—Akeno, Rias, Grayfia, Tiamat, and the other reinforcements.
"How long will you drag around that worthless baggage, Issei Hyoudou?"
"You carry them like a chain on your neck. Sooner or later, their weakness will be your end."
Issei's eyes narrowed, the black lightning around him intensifying, his glare like daggers. He didn't speak—but the fire behind his silence was answer enough. Rage boiled in his veins, but it was no longer just anger. It was a vow.
I won't let you touch them… ever.
Renekton noticed it immediately. That refusal to break. That infuriating will. That draconic resolve.
And strangely... he respected it.
But then, something shifted.
He felt it.
A tremor. No—not physical. It was energy. Ancient. Infinite. Eternal.
Renekton's eyes widened as he turned his gaze skyward.
"This energy…" he whispered. "No… it can't be—"
But it was.
He recognized it instantly. The Ouroboros.
"It's her."
"Ophis… The True Dragon God."
That silent pressure was unmistakable. It wasn't even close yet, but the sheer force of her presence—still distant—was enough to shake Renekton's battle-hardened core.
Every fiber of his being screamed. Not in fear—no, not exactly. It was instinct. The deepest warrior sense within him knew:
This was not a battle to enter half-prepared. This was not a foe to take lightly.
A part of him surged with exhilaration. For centuries, he had hunted rumors, chased ancient trails, yearned to face the creature born from infinity itself.
She's coming. She's finally coming.
He should stay. Fight. Fulfill the purpose that had burned within his soul for lifetimes.
But he couldn't.
Looking down at his wounded body—his cracked ribs, torn scales, bleeding wounds, and drained energy—he knew:
Not now. Not like this.
If he faced her in this state, it would not be a glorious battle.
It would be suicide.
He cast one last look at Issei, still standing tall despite everything. The son of Ophis had proven himself. More than just a whelp. A worthy challenger. A herald of the true dragon bloodline.
"This isn't over," Renekton muttered, a twisted grin forming through the blood.
"I faced the son. Now I'll wait for the mother…"
He turned away, leapt into the air, and opened a dimensional rift with a swipe of his claw. The tear in space warped with raw energy as he looked back one last time.
"Issei Hyoudou…" Renekton's thunderous voice echoed over the war-torn battlefield, his massive silhouette looming like a god of destruction under the darkened skies.
"You've given me a worthy fight. But it seems the pests have gathered, and with all these interruptions…"
He gave a reluctant sigh that still sounded like a growl.
"…as much as it disgusts me, let us call this battle a draw."
The words burned in Issei's ears.
With a snarl, he tried to rise, black lightning crackling around him—but pain exploded through his body, especially from his missing arm.
"You think I'll just let you—ARGHH!"
He fell back, clutching his shoulder as blood dripped into the ruined earth.
Renekton's grin twisted into a toothy sneer.
"You truly are a dragon in spirit… unwilling to kneel, even half-dead. I'd expect nothing less."
"But look around you, boy. If you truly fight me now, your little insects—those fragile creatures you call friends—will be trampled beneath us."
He motioned lazily toward the crowd below—Akeno, Rias, the Maous, Tiamat, and the others, all stunned by the magnitude of destruction.
"Or…" he added with gleaming eyes, "have you finally come to understand that they're holding you back? Have you accepted that truth?"
"If so, then by all means—rise. Show me your conviction. Let us end this here and now."
The invitation was not a taunt. It was an offer. A dark, bloody temptation.
Issei's fists clenched, his draconic aura rippling—but his gaze swept over the battlefield, and his fury slowly tempered into silent rage. He hated Renekton's words… but he knew they held a sliver of truth. If they continued this battle, even the Maous might not be enough to protect the others from the collateral damage.
A silence fell—until it was shattered by a deafening roar.
"How dare you!"
Tiamat's voice thundered across the field, her dragon pride ignited by Renekton's arrogance. Her wings unfurled, her eyes blazing with fury. She unleashed a massive azure breath attack—her divine draconic energy erupting forth in a devastating torrent.
"TIAMAT, NO!" Sirzechs shouted in alarm.
But the beam came rushing toward Renekton.
The Tyrant of the Sands did not even flinch.
He raised one arm and casually swatted the attack aside, the force splitting the breath and sending it crashing into the distant mountains—detonating in a deafening blast that shook the heavens.
Gasps rang out from all corners. Tiamat's eyes widened in disbelief.
Renekton chuckled darkly.
"You've improved, Dragon Queen…"
His tone was condescending.
"But you are still as powerless against me as ever."
He sneered.
Tiamat growled, her power spiking, ready to charge.
But two blurs intercepted her—Sirzechs and Ajuka, both stepping between her and Renekton.
"Enough, Tiamat," Ajuka said calmly but firmly, his green eyes narrowed.
"You know what will happen if we escalate this."
"If you fight him now," Sirzechs added gravely, "we can't guarantee the safety of the others. I cannot allow my sister or any of the children to become casualties in a battle we're not prepared to win."
Tiamat's eyes flicked to Issei—still standing, but weakened and bleeding. Her fury faltered… and she relented, letting out a long, pained breath.
Renekton, watching this with interest, smirked once more.
"Ah, restraint. A rare sight among dragons."
"Very well then. Another time, Calamity Dragon."
He locked eyes with Issei.
"When next we meet, you better be stronger. Because next time…"
"One of us won't walk away."
And with that, he turned and stepped into the portal of his making, vanishing into the void—leaving behind only silence and scorched earth.
Issei stared at the space where Renekton had vanished, his lone crimson eye burning with a storm of emotions.
Ash fell gently from the air, mingling with the shattered earth around him. Thunder still echoed faintly in the distance, as if the battlefield itself hadn't realized the battle was over.
But for Issei, it wasn't.
Renekton had declared it a draw. Yet Issei couldn't bring himself to accept that. Not when he was on his knees—his scaled body scorched, trembling, and bleeding. Not when his right arm lay torn from his body, still smoldering where it had been ripped away.
"A draw…? Don't insult me."
He clenched his remaining fist, fury and shame roiling within him like a volcano threatening to erupt. The others might praise him. They might call it a victory. But Issei knew the truth.
Renekton stood tall when he left.
Issei had collapsed.
His vision wavered for a moment, but not from blood loss. It was the storm raging inside him—his dragon instincts, primal and merciless, screaming in rage. They howled at the disgrace of letting down his guard. They snarled at the price of underestimating a foe. But most of all, they raged at the pain of failure.
Not the pain of losing an arm… but the pain of knowing he'd let his beliefs be shaken.
This battle was never about pride.
It wasn't about dominance, or survival, or glory.
It was about proving that loyalty wasn't weakness. That the bonds he'd forged with his friends, his family, his mate, were strength—not shackles.
But in the end… he couldn't even protect himself.
And still, some might say it was a win.
He would not.
"I let my guard down. I made the mistake. Not Akeno. Not anyone else."
A low growl escaped his throat as the fire within him surged wildly. He raised his remaining arm, trembling with fury, and slammed it into the ground with all his pent-up strength.
The earth shattered beneath the blow.
A massive crack split open the battlefield, and a low rumble echoed outward like a warning growl from the planet itself. Loose boulders tumbled. Dust erupted skyward. Several of the spectators stumbled as the quake rippled out from the epicenter—a dragon's frustration made manifest.
Gasps rang out, but no one dared approach. Not yet.
Issei's chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, his body battered but his spirit unbroken. Blood dripped down his side. Sweat clung to his scaled skin. His eyes stared down at the ground he'd just split apart.
"This is on me," he whispered.
He closed his eyes, seething not just in pain, but in disappointment. And resolve.
In the heart of a sun-scorched desert—where the sands boiled under the noonday blaze and the air shimmered with heat—a massive rift tore itself into existence, distorting space with a deep, guttural hum. Cracks of crimson lightning laced its edges, and with a thunderous boom, a monstrous figure staggered through.
Renekton.
His feet hit the sand, and he immediately collapsed to one knee, a heavy gasp escaping his fanged maw. His chest heaved violently, and in the next moment—
SPLAT.
He coughed up a torrent of blood that stained the golden sands deep crimson. The force of the battle, long suppressed by sheer willpower, now came crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He dug his claws into the ground, snarling—not in rage, but in bitter disgust.
"Tch… How far I've fallen…"
His deep, guttural voice cracked as he spoke, weighed down by exhaustion and fury. He released his Tyrant form with a sharp exhale, his towering figure shrinking back to his base form. The pressure that had once warped the very atmosphere around him faded, but it revealed the truth of his condition.
He was in no better shape than his rival.
Renekton clutched his side and winced violently, feeling sharp lances of pain radiate through his core. Internally, his organs were a ruined battlefield. Cracked ribs. Torn muscles. Multiple ruptures. If he had been anything less than a transcendent being, his body would have given out long ago. His draconic resilience was the only reason he was still breathing.
And even that was being tested.
"To think… I've been reduced to this pathetic state."
He let the words hang in the air, not expecting an answer. The desert wind was silent, as if even nature itself dared not interrupt his thoughts.
He tilted his head back, staring into the unforgiving sky. Not in search of solace, but in reflection.
That dragon—Issei Hyoudou—had exceeded every expectation. Renekton had fought countless foes across time and worlds. Enemies who cowered. Enemies who died screaming. Enemies who talked of ideals and justice, only to fall before his blade.
But Issei didn't fall.
He endured.
He fought with primal ferocity and unshakable resolve. Not for dominance. Not for glory. But for something even Renekton had once believed in: loyalty. Conviction.
Renekton had declared their clash a draw. He'd said it with pride, as if that was enough to end things on equal ground.
But in truth… it was a loss.
A loss that gnawed at the edge of his pride like acid. A loss that boiled beneath the surface of his skin, making every drop of blood feel like fire. His opponents were meant to lie broken and cold. And yet…
Issei was still standing. Still roaring. Still defiant.
Renekton bared his teeth, his bloodstained lips curling into a savage grin.
"Hahaha… HAHAHA!"
His laughter echoed across the dunes—feral, unrestrained, and almost euphoric.
"At last… a WORTHY opponent!"
The words came with both rage and reverence. For centuries, no adversary had pushed him to his limits. Most fell before the true battle even began. They were stepping stones—meat for the grinder.
But not Issei.
Issei had taken his power head-on. Matched it. Endured it. And in doing so, awakened something Renekton had long buried beneath bloodlust and carnage:
The thrill of the hunt. The joy of the duel. The desire to test himself again.
And then… a deeper, primal instinct whispered to him:
"He is not the strongest."
A chill ran through his veins—not from fear, but anticipation. He had sensed the presence coming. The one Issei carried within him. The one approaching with divine inevitability.
Ophis.
The Ouroboros Dragon.
His obsession. His goal. His equal—or perhaps even his better.
"Soon…" he murmured, his golden eyes gleaming like molten suns. "Soon, I will stand before you. I will see if the legends speak truth… or if they were but the delusions of cowards."
He rose slowly, the pain still searing his body, but his spirit now burning brighter than ever.
"Until then… Issei Hyoudou. Grow stronger. Show me that wasn't your limit."
The desert winds picked up, swirling around the bloodied warlord as he looked to the sky.
At the same time, Issei also looked up.
Whether by fate or complete coincidence, both of them promised each other the same thing
"The next time we meet, I will win" They both promised to themselves.
Chapter End
That's the end of the chapter and finally the end of Kokabiel arc. The next chapter(s) will mostly be the aftermath then we can finally move on to other parts of the story.
Just to let you know. Not all arcs are going to be as lengthy as this one. The reason this arc took so long is due to the introduction of so many new characters to the story. I wanted to give an introduction to them and show what they were capable of which is why it went on for so long. Under normal circumstances, arcs should last to long so please don't expect to many chapters on each arc :F
Anyways I truly hope you enjoyed this chapter as this marks the beginning of Issei and Renektons rivalry. This was their first fight but it certainlt wont be their last. Look forward to it.
Until next time.
Mairsarmy321 out.