Chapter 39: The Judgment of the Creator
Silence filled the battlefield.
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Nobody even dared to blink.
The black sphere rested against Kajkha’s forehead.
Tiny.
Motionless.
Yet every living being could feel the
unimaginable power contained within it.
Kajkha trembled.
His mind had completely collapsed.
The arrogance.
The pride.
The confidence he had possessed only moments ago.
All of it was gone.
Replaced by terror.
Pure terror.
For the first time in his existence-
The Demon General understood what true power looked like.
Not power gained through conquest.
Not power earned through slaughter.
Not power stolen from others.
But absolute authority.
The authority to decide whether existence itself continued.
Kajkha’s lips trembled.
"P-Please..."
His voice cracked.
"I was wrong..."
Tears flowed from his eyes.
"I’ll stop the war."
No response came.
"I’ll rebuild everything."
Still nothing.
Vlox simply stared at him.
Then spoke.
"You cannot."
Kajkha froze.
Vlox’s gaze remained emotionless.
"The dead remain dead."
The battlefield grew colder.
"The pain remains pain."
Space distorted around him.
"And the lives you destroyed cannot be repaid."
Kajkha’s heart sank.
Because he understood.
Nothing he said mattered anymore.
Judgment had already been decided.
Vlox slowly closed his hand.
The black sphere vanished.
For a brief moment-
Hope appeared in Kajkha’s eyes.
Then-
Vlox raised a single finger.
A simple gesture.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
And Kajkha disappeared.
No explosion.
No scream.
No struggle.
No resistance.
One moment he existed.
The next-
Nothing remained.
Not his body.
Not his soul.
Not even the concept of his existence.
It was as though Kajkha had never been born.
Silence.
The Demon General who had terrorized countless Human had vanished without a trace.
The surviving humans stared in disbelief.
The surviving demons felt despair consume them.
Their strongest warrior.
Their invincible commander.
Gone.
Erased.
Astraith looked toward the empty space where Kajkha had stood.
Then she slowly turned toward the remaining demon army.
Tens of thousands still remained.
Many had already begun retreating.
Others collapsed in fear.
Some prayed.
Some cried.
Others simply stared at Vlox.
Unable to accept reality.
Then Vlox spoke.
"The war ends now."
His voice echoed across the battlefield.
Across the planet.
Across the universe.
Across every reality connected to it.
The remaining demons froze.
A strange red glow appeared within Vlox’s eyes.
Blood-red light.
Ancient.
Terrifying.
The atmosphere itself began trembling.
Astraith immediately recognized it.
Blood Manipulation.
One of Vlox’s countless abilities.
And one of the most feared.
Vlox slowly extended his hand.
The blood scattered across the battlefield suddenly began moving.
Rivers of crimson rose into the sky.
Countless soldiers watched in horror.
The blood of every fallen demon.
Every drop.
Every fragment.
Every trace.
Gathered above the battlefield.
Forming a massive crimson ocean.
The heavens turned red.
The world shook.
The surviving demons looked upward.
Fear consumed them.
Because they could feel it.
Their own blood was responding.
Vlox lowered his hand.
The crimson ocean exploded into millions of scarlet threads.
The threads crossed the battlefield instantly.
Piercing reality itself.
Connecting to every demon that existed In the bettefiled.
No matter where they Run.
No matter how far they go.
No matter what dimension they hid within.
The connection reached them all.
The demons screamed.
"What is happening?!"
"My body—!"
"I can’t move!"
"HELP ME!"
Panic spread across every battlefield.
Across every kingdom.
Across every universe touched by the war.
Then Vlox closed his fist.
A simple motion.
Nothing more.
Every connected bloodline obeyed.
Thousands of demon bodies froze.
Then-
Collapsed.
One after another.
Thousand of demons fell simultaneously.
Their hearts stopped.
Their blood ceased flowing.
Their life force vanished.
No battle.
No resistance.
No chance to fight back.
Only silence.
Across countless worlds.
Across countless dimensions.
The demon invading army was extinguished in an instant.
The surviving humans watched in stunned silence.
The impossible had happened.
The war was over.
Completely.
The crimson ocean above the battlefield slowly faded.
The dark clouds began disappearing.
Sunlight returned.
For the first time in years-
The battlefield felt peaceful.
Vlox lowered his hand.
His expression remained unchanged.
There was no satisfaction in his eyes.
No pride.
No joy.
Only silence.
Because victory did not erase loss.
His castle remained destroyed.
Black Mountain remained gone.
And countless innocent lives had already been lost.
Then his gaze shifted.
Toward Aria.
The fallen commander lay motionless upon the battlefield.
A warrior who had stood until her final breath.
Astraith walked toward her.
For a long moment, neither spoke.
The winds gently moved through the ruined battlefield.
Then Astraith knelt beside Aria.
And quietly closed her eyes.
"Rest."
The dragon’s voice carried unexpected gentleness.
"You protected your people until the end."
Vlox stood beside her.
Looking toward the horizon.
The war had ended.
But the scars it left behind would remain for a very long time.
And as the sun slowly rose over the battlefield-
The survivors witnessed something they
would remember forever.
The day the Creator himself descended.
And brought an end to a war that had shaken a hundred universes.