The coliseum had long ceased to be called a battlefield, and insisting on that now was almost an insult to the scale of what was happening there, because it had become something far beyond confrontation, far beyond strategy, far beyond even survival.

It was a continuous collapse, a point where absurd forces collided without pause, without rhythm, without any space for recovery, as if the very concept of combat had been broken and replaced by pure brute resistance against something that simply wouldn't stop growing.

Lilith understood this.

She had understood it first.

And so… she was no longer trying to win.

Her movements ceased to seek fatal openings, ceased to carry the intention of finishing, and became exactly what they needed to be: containment. Each of her blows was no longer an attack… it was a delay, a push, a way to deflect, to redirect, to prevent Dante from simply crushing everything in a straight line to the inevitable end.

And even then… it wasn't enough.

Because Dante kept changing.

Every second.

Every shift.

Every impact.

It was like watching a nuclear power plant in reverse meltdown, where instead of destabilizing and exploding, it only accumulated more and more energy, refining, adapting, growing without apparent limit. Its aura was no longer just intense—it was oppressive, overwhelming, a presence that made the very space around it vibrate irregularly, as if it were constantly being rewritten.

Sapphire advanced again alongside Lilith, her body already at its evident limit, but her execution still absurd, still precise, still worthy of someone with combat experience that transcended entire generations of warriors.

Her spear cut through the air at a perfect angle, targeting a joint, trying to reduce mobility instead of causing direct damage.

But Dante simply… ignored it.

He dodged at the last instant, grabbed the spear shaft, and pulled with enough force to dislodge her entire body, attempting to smash her against the ground in the next movement. Lilith intercepted mid-air, her arm colliding with his in an impact that sent the air exploding around them, deflecting the trajectory by centimeters.

"He's getting worse!" Sapphire growled, taking a step back, her breath heavy as she repositioned Belial.

"I know!" Lilith replied, her voice firm, but now laden with real effort.

Sepphirothy watched from afar.

Without enough energy to directly enter that flow of destruction without simply being crushed. But that didn't mean she was useless.

Analyzing every micro-movement, every pattern that still remained in that growing chaos, every detail that could… perhaps… be used.

And then she turned.

"We're going to finish this." The word came out firmly, directed straight at Seris, who was still kneeling beside Vergil's body, her hands covered in blood and residual energy as she struggled to keep that single heart beating, using all that remained of her magic to prevent it from simply… stopping.

Seris looked up.

Tired.

Exhausted.

But still functional.

"Do you have the energy for this?" she asked, her voice low, almost hoarse, while her magical control visibly trembled around Vergil's body.

Sephirothy didn't answer immediately.

She just looked at her.

And in that look… there was resolve.

Seris understood instantly.

"You will—" She didn't finish.

Because the sky exploded.

A red light ripped through everything above them like an inverted meteor, descending with absurd violence, piercing the slightly open demonic barrier that had until then completely isolated that space. The impact came a second later. KABOOM!!!

The ground trembled.

Air was pushed out in a massive wave.

And then… she appeared.

Neberius.

Sword in one hand and shield in the other.

The aura still burning around her body as she glided across the ground until she stopped beside Vergil, her eyes wide as she quickly assessed the situation.

"Sorry for the delay!" she said, without wasting a moment, already kneeling beside Seris. "Holy shit…"

But it didn't stop there.

Another beam of light.

More violent.

More direct.

And this time—it came like an impact.

"SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS! MY HUSBAND, WHERE IS HE??!!" Paimon literally kicked Dante in the face with absurd force, the impact finally managing to stop his momentum for an instant, throwing his body against the already destroyed stands, creating a new crater in the process.

The sound echoed.

Heavy.

Satisfying.

But still… insufficient.

Because he would rise.

They knew it.

More presences began to emerge.

Amon.

Phoenix.

Astaroth.

The pressure in the atmosphere shifted completely.

It was no longer isolated despair.

It was… reinforcement.

But still… too late.

"Sorry." Amon spoke, with a calmness that contrasted completely with the surrounding chaos, as he quickly observed the situation with analytical eyes.

And then he snapped his fingers.

The sound was simple.

But the effect…

No.

"I am permanently removing the restriction." For a moment… nothing happened.

And then— It exploded.

Sapphire's body glowed first.

A wave of pure energy erupted from her like a release held back for too long, her aura growing absurdly, expanding, densifying, becoming something completely different from what it had been seconds before.

Sepphirothy followed soon after.

Her presence stabilized.

It grew.

It became more… complete.

But Sapphire…

Sapphire was something else.

Her eyes gleamed.

Her teeth lengthened slightly, sharper, more predatory, while her hand slowly rose to her face, her fingers pressing against her skin as if holding something about to burst out of her.

And then—

She began to laugh.

It wasn't a normal laugh.

It was broken.

Loud.

Unstable.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA—" The sound cut through the battlefield, echoing among the wreckage as her aura exploded even more, cracking the ground around her feet, the air trembling under the absurd pressure that now emanated from her.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU—" she screamed, her voice laden with raw insanity, a distorted pleasure that finally found space to exist without limits. "NO, KILLING YOU IS TOO LITTLE—"

Her gaze locked on Dante.

Pure.

Fixed.

Predatory.

"I'M GOING TO GET THE LESSER DEMONS TO RAPE YOU—" she continued, her smile widening even more, almost unnatural. "AND MAKE YOUR ASS HOLLOW FROM SO MANY DICKS INSIDE, YOU WORM!!~"

Sapphire's body contorted, "Ah yes, that feeling." She began to speak as billions of tremors coursed through her, so much pent-up rage, so much anguish at feeling weak, so much powerlessness…

The air around Sapphire trembled as if reality itself were being pushed to its limit, her breaths heavy and ragged, each one carrying enough heat to distort the space around her as her demonic energy finally began to respond again to her body's call.

What had once been a broken, unstable, and incomplete flow now returned as a growing, violent, almost ravenous torrent, filling every fiber of her existence with an intensity she hadn't experienced in such a raw way for a long time.

Her muscles tensed involuntarily, her heart racing as that energy accumulated within her, demanding release, demanding destruction, demanding… war.

"Ah… haah… ha…" her voice came out broken, not from weakness, but from overwhelm, as if her own body were struggling to keep up with the abrupt return of something that had always been there, only… contained, limited, chained by external forces that no longer existed.

Her eyes slowly lifted, shining with a different intensity, deeper, more ancient, as she stared at the sky closed off by the demonic barrier that kept that battlefield isolated from the rest of existence. This was not just an obstacle… it was an insult.

Without warning.

Without preparation.

She moved Belial.

The simple swing of the spear was not an ordinary attack, nor even something that could be described as a physical blow, but rather a direct manifestation of her will, a rupture that projected forward like an absolute cut.

The sky, the barrier, the very fabric that sealed that space… everything was struck at once. The impact generated no immediate sound, but an abrupt, heavy silence, as if the world had held its breath before the consequence. And then— the sky was swallowed.

A colossal fissure opened above them, tearing the demonic dome as if it were paper, exposing layers of energy that had been compressed and hidden until then. The rupture was neither clean nor controlled, but chaotic, with fragments of the barrier being consumed by the very energy Sapphire had released. That wasn't just an attack… it was a declaration.

"With this treasure I summon~" her voice echoed, now more stable, firmer, laden with something that wasn't just power… but authority.

Belial twirled in her hand… And the world responded.

Symbols began to appear around her, not drawn, but formed directly by the energy, complex summoning circles overlapping in multiple layers, each spinning in opposite directions while ancient runes ignited with an incandescent glow. The ground beneath her feet began to crack slowly, not from impact, but from temperature, as if the earth itself was unable to withstand what was being brought into existence.

The environment changed.

Not gradually.

But abruptly.

The air became heavy, dry, almost impossible to breathe, while the heat rose to absurd levels, transforming each breath into something close to inhaling fire. The sky, once fragmented, was now taken over by an incandescent color, shades of red, orange, and gold mixing like an ocean of magma suspended above them.

"Ifrit… come to your mistress."

The words were not a request.

They were an order.

And something responded.

First came the sound.

A roar.

No… something beyond that.

It was too deep to be merely heard, felt directly in the bones, vibrating through the ground, the air, the very existence around it. The fissure in the sky expanded even further, and then… something emerged.

Slowly.

Immense.

Colossal.

A form began to reveal itself within that suspended sea of ​​lava, wings opening like blades of living fire, its body formed from condensed magma and primordial energy, an entity that did not belong to that plane, but which was now being forced to exist there by Sapphire's will. Each of its movements made the surrounding space ripple, as if it were constantly being melted and rebuilt at the same time.

Ifrit had arrived… And its mere presence was enough to transform the battlefield into a literal hell.

Sapphire lowered her spear slightly, her eyes fixing on Dante in the distance, who watched everything with a smile that, for the first time, wasn't just confidence… but genuine interest.

"Now…" she began, her voice lower, deeper, laden with something that wasn't just a threat, but a promise. "…you will go through Hell."

And then— She changed.

Her hair, once red, began to slowly lose its color, as if being consumed from the inside out, taking on an intense golden hue reminiscent of living flames dancing in the wind. Each strand seemed to move of its own accord, radiating heat, as if it were part of the Ifrit itself hovering above them.

Her horns grew.

But not symmetrically.

One of them extended completely, curving imposingly, solid, perfect, while the other… remained broken, a visible reminder of something she had lost, something that hadn't been restored even with all that power returning.

Her body responded immediately.

Her muscles contracted, becoming even more defined, her physical structure becoming denser, more refined, every detail enhanced not only by energy, but by the demonic essence that now flowed freely within her. Her pale skin began to change, not in color, but in nature, as if constantly on the verge of combustion, small sparks appearing across its surface.

Marks appeared.

Tattoos.

Black and red lines spread across her arms, legs, abdomen, ancient patterns, laden with meaning, symbols that belonged to no common language, but pulsed with raw power. Each one seemed to react to the environment, to Ifrit, to Dante's very presence, as if recognizing that this was not just a battle… it was a return.

She raised her face.

Her eyes were no longer the same.

They shone.

They burned.

And within them… there was something far older than anyone there. "I am…" she began, stepping forward, the ground melting slightly beneath her feet. "…Agares."

Her name began to echo across the battlefield, piercing the layers of energy around her, reverberating even in the presence of Ifrit above, who responded with a new roar, as if recognizing that authority, as if accepting that dominion.

Without "Sapphire."

Agares had returned.

And Dante… smiled. Like when he finally found something… worthy.

"Now that's more like it…" he murmured, slowly turning his neck as his regeneration finally stabilized, his aura exploding again, even more intense than before.

"…this is going to get interesting."

But… Amon couldn't think otherwise… "Ifrit…" He said, looking at the sky… "Six hundred million years old, the oldest being in hell… And to think you had hidden him…" he said, looking at a completely different Sapphire. Then he turned his gaze to Vergil… 'Someone capable of making this woman use even a chaotic entity from the end of time for a fight.'

He looked at Sepphirothy, who was now finally able to freeze Vergil's body in time; even with his soul broken, she still used all the energy she recovered to stop the advance of his death.

'I understand… that's why the gods ignored this fight… they want to rebalance the current state of our mythology…'

Amon remembered the transmission he received while this ridiculous fight had begun… the consensus of the mythologies that…

'A King must be born.' He spoke, looking at Dante… and then at Sapphire… 'One of them will~'

Amon's body trembled and his face turned almost instantaneously to Vergil's body~ 'What~'

'No, clearly~'

"Lucifer?" Lilith spoke before Amon could even think.

Amon's face turned robotically to Lilith. He had forgotten her presence… "You~"

!!!

Amon's face turned white~ 'Don't tell me that…' he looked at Vergil and managed to see through him for a moment… 'Why~ Why am I feeling the father's power coming from him?' Amon questioned.

The more he looked at Vergil, the more he saw his father, Lucifer himself.

"I-it's not possible~"

His face turned to Dante, who was now facing the real Agares.

Amon's face paled as he felt that pulse again, and soon he saw Lilith walking towards Vergil.

He tried to put his hand on her shoulder, but the demonic energy expelled his hand with a black shock~

'!!!' He was startled, he, the strongest demon, received a blow from Demonic Energy?

Lilith approached his time-bound body and placed her hand on his forehead. She seemed hypnotized.

"Mother?" Sapphirothy questioned, but soon she felt~ Lilith was passing her powers to Vergil.

"Mother!! Stop now~!!" She pulled Lilith's hand away, but it was too late.

Vergil's body began to convulse.

Amon looked startled. "Don't tell me! He's the King?"