Back in the Cardinal World, just beyond the sacred barrier that separated the universe from all else, a battle of cosmic scale raged.
There, Rimuru, Velzard, Diablo, Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera stood firm against the remnants of Noctis Nihilo's minions—creatures born from chaos, forged in hatred, their power still monstrous, their fury unending.
Flames cracked the skies. Shadows devoured the stars. The ground itself broke with every clash. Each Demon Lord was pushed to the edge, but none yielded.
Suddenly—
The wind changed.
A divine wind, gentle yet immeasurably powerful, swept across the battlefield like a whisper from the heart of the cosmos.
The sky split apart—not from destruction, but from revelation.
A golden light pierced through the clouds like a river of heaven pouring down.
The entire world paused.
Even the minions of Noctis Nihilo—once crazed with rage—froze in place, their eyes wide with something they had never felt: fear.
Then they fell to their knees… as did the colossal Warden Beasts guarding the void's edge. All bowed their heads, trembling.
And from that golden light…
He came.
Varvatos, Supreme One, stepped onto the battlefield.
But he was no longer the same.
Where once he radiated power, now he radiated creation itself.
Twelve golden wings unfurled behind him like solar flares. His cloak danced with stardust. His eyes glowed with multiversal wisdom. Every step he took hummed with the melody of rebirth.
His presence was not just felt—it was worshiped by nature itself.
Birds stilled in the air. The earth sighed.
Even the energy of the universe bent in reverence.
Velzard, his loyal lover, stared at him—breathless.
Velzard (softly, awestruck):
"He's… changed. I've never felt… this kind of power. Not even from Veldanava."
She took a step forward, unable to hide the tears gathering in her eyes.
Rimuru looked up, eyes wide with amazement and pride.
Rimuru:
"Varvatos… What have you become?"
Testarossa (whispering):
"It's like… he's become everything."
Varvatos raised his hand, his voice calm—but it echoed across reality.
Varvatos:
"Noctis is no more."
His words silenced the winds. The shadows vanished. Even time seemed to halt to listen.
He turned his gaze toward the remaining minions of Noctis Nihilo. Those monsters, once beyond comprehension, now cowered.
Varvatos simply lifted one finger.
And in an instant… they turned to dust.
No light. No explosion.
Just… silence.
They were erased—not just from the battlefield, but from existence itself.
From afar, Guy Crimson, Milim, and Draguel, still recovering from their battles, sensed it. Their eyes turned upward, watching the skies part.
Guy (gasping):
"That wasn't magic… or even divine skill…"
Milim (staring):
"He didn't destroy them… he just unmade them…"
Draguel:
"We're witnessing a new era…"
And then they saw him. The god who had ended everything.
Varvatos.
With the battlefield calm, the skies still glowing, Varvatos turned to his allies—his friends—his family.
Varvatos:
"This war is over. Let us go home."
No chants. No magic circles. No incantations.
He simply lifted his hand.
A blinding golden aura enveloped everyone—Rimuru, Velzard, Diablo, the other Demon Lords, all of the surviving soldiers. Even the very land under their feet shifted.
And in the blink of an eye—
They were back.
A gentle breeze rolled through the Jura Forest, which now bore the mark of divinity.
Right in the heart of it stood the capital of peace and strength: Nyvaris, the city that Varvatos built—now the sacred heart of the universe.
The towers shimmered. The air sang. And as the warriors opened their eyes… they saw the sun shining peacefully above the golden spires.
Cheers erupted as people saw their heroes return.
Rimuru stepped forward, looking around in awe.
Rimuru:
"We're home…"
Velzard walked toward Varvatos, her icy eyes warmer than ever.
Velzard (smiling, holding his hand):
"You did it. You brought us back… and saved everything."
Varvatos didn't answer right away. He looked at the city, then the sky.
Varvatos (quietly):
"This is only the beginning."
And behind him…
Six stars shined in the sky—the seeds of new universes, waiting to be born.
The skies over Nyvaris glowed with a gentle golden hue, as if the universe itself was smiling after the storm. The battle against Noctis Nihilo was over. The enemies were vanquished. The Cardinal World, its people, and its realms had been saved.
Varvatos stood atop the highest tower in Nyvaris, surrounded by the Demon Lords and their closest allies. His radiant presence still held the divine glow of his newfound power, but his voice was warm and steady.
Varvatos:
"This victory is not just ours—it belongs to all who fought and all who stood firm. To honor this triumph, we will celebrate in three days' time. Let this be a day where all gather in peace, strength, and unity."
The room fell silent for a moment, then broke into cheers. The weight of war was lifting, replaced by hope and joy.
Meanwhile, in the grand throne room, Rimuru, the King of Nyvaris, sat on his ornate throne carved from the ancient trees of Jura Forest. With a calm expression, he began drafting invitations for the celebration.
The hall was filled with scribes, messengers, and couriers busily preparing scrolls embossed with golden seals. Rimuru's fingers glided across parchment, writing invitations to realms far and wide:
Gazel
The leaders of Filtwood
Siltrosso and Raja
Each invitation was carefully worded, a call to unity, to celebrate peace after darkness.
Varvatos, using his newly amplified divine powers, began transforming Nyvaris itself. The city blossomed as if touched by the hand of creation.
Stone towers shimmered with crystalline clarity, their walls entwined with flowering vines that glowed faintly in the moonlight. The streets sparkled with gentle lights that floated like fireflies, lighting the way with warmth and serenity. Gardens filled with exotic flowers and shimmering fountains sprouted at every corner. The air smelled of fresh pine, blooming jasmine, and something indescribably pure.
This was no longer just a city—it was a sanctuary, a beacon of hope and beauty for all realms in the Cardinal World.
At the heart of the city, Elmesia, Varvatos' other beloved, moved gracefully among the preparations. Her presence brought calm and elegance to the bustling activity.
Her homeland, Sarion, known for its ethereal beauty and deep connection to the spirit world, was also invited. Elmesia coordinated with her envoys, ensuring their arrival and participation in the celebration.
She walked beside Rimuru one afternoon in the palace gardens, discussing the final touches.
Elmesia:
"Nyvaris feels different now… more alive."
Rimuru (smiling):
"That's thanks to Varvatos. His vision is reshaping everything. I want this celebration to remind us all what we fight for—a future worth protecting."
Elmesia:
"And to remember those who stood beside us…"
Invitations spread across the realms carried by swift messengers—some riding majestic beasts, others flying on enchanted winds. The message was clear: all were welcome to the grand celebration of victory.
Gazel sharpened his blade in Dwargon, a rare smile crossing his face as he received the invitation. The leaders of Filtwood gathered in council, nodding with determination. The sailors of Siltrosso prepared their fleets to make the journey. Raja's desert warriors polished their armor, eager to see the new world emerging.
As the three days drew near, excitement and hope filled every corner of the Cardinal World.
Velzard stood by Varvatos' side, their hands entwined, sharing a silent promise that together they would protect this peace.
Velzard (softly):
"Noctis Nihilo is gone, but our work is only beginning."
Varvatos (nodding):
"We will rebuild. We will create. And we will ensure that darkness never returns."
The sun set behind the shining towers of Nyvaris, painting the sky in hues of amber and violet.
The Cardinal World was ready to celebrate — and ready for the future.