When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

The battlefield was drenched in blood and ruin, the air thick with the acrid stench of burning earth and shattered souls. The war between the Cardinal World and Azazel's army had reached its most hellish crescendo, as the Heralds—those monstrous generals of the Abyss—had all fallen.

Each had been slain, their forms torn asunder, their unnatural screams fading into the void. The Demon Lords and their allies had pushed beyond their limits, breaking through what once seemed unbreakable.

But as their bodies ached, as their wounds bled, as they felt the smallest flicker of hope that this nightmare was finally ending—

—Azazel laughed.

It was a sound that rippled through the battlefield, a dark symphony of malice and amusement, as though this had all been nothing more than a cruel game to him.

Then, without warning, he raised his hand.

Azazel: "You fought well. You struggled, you bled, you even won…"

SNAP.

A single motion. A single sound.

And hell itself tore open.

From the abyss, they came—not as mere soldiers, not as simple warriors, but as walking calamities, entities that had once laid waste to entire universes, beings so powerful that even gods trembled before them.

The Fallen Exarchs.

Sealed away eons ago, bound within the deepest recesses of the Abyss, they had once been unstoppable conquerors—each responsible for the extinction of countless worlds, each having subjugated entire pantheons, each standing as a monument to annihilation.

And now, they stood upon the battlefield, each one descending upon the strongest warriors the world had left to offer.

The war was far from over.

The skies above Tempest darkened as a thunderous presence manifested. The air itself collapsed inward, as if reality was suffocating, and from the abyssal gate emerged a figure of towering malevolence—wreathed in shattered celestial armor, black wings dripping with divine ichor, and eyes burning with the light of dying suns.

His very presence warped the battlefield, erasing the remnants of Malphas' storm, replacing it with pure despair.

Azazel (commentary): "Ah… Zariel, The Unforgiven Wrath. The executioner who once bathed in the light of a dying pantheon. How poetic that he will now be your end."

Rimuru's entire being screamed in warning. Even after all he had fought, all he had endured—this was something else entirely.

Zariel: "So… you are the one they call the 'Voice of the World'. Hmph. A pathetic title."

Goku, his aura flaring brighter than ever, grinned. "I don't care what you've done. If you want a fight, you've found one!"

He charged.

Faster than light—an afterimage was all that remained—his fist struck… only for Zariel to catch it effortlessly.

Goku: "What—?!"

A single blow.

Zariel's counterattack ripped through space-time, sending Goku hurtling through mountains, forests, and into another country entirely.

Rimuru gritted his teeth—this was worse than he thought.

Guy Crimson stood amidst the icy wasteland, his crimson aura clashing against the blackened sky. Zeraphis, the Abyssal Warbringer, had been obliterated, but now something far worse emerged.

A towering mass of entropy, shifting, flickering, like a living distortion in reality. Thousands of voices whispered in overlapping agony, echoing the cries of the countless civilizations it had consumed.

Azazel (commentary): "And here we have Nekros, The Doom Beyond Time… the one who devoured an entire multiversal cycle. Guy, I wonder how long you'll last against something that exists outside of causality itself."

Guy grinned, but for the first time… there was unease behind his smirk.

Guy: "Damn… this one might actually be a problem."

Then, Nekros moved—and suddenly, Guy's existence flickered, his very essence wavering like a dying flame.

Guy: "Oh, hell no."

A being draped in living chains, each link etched with the names of fallen civilizations, stepped forth. His mere presence erased color from the world, reducing everything to shades of black and gray.

Azazel (commentary): "Ah… Kheron, The Nameless King. A god-slayer who erased his own name to transcend mortality. Sarion will fall this day."

Leon gritted his teeth, golden light flaring.

Leon: "Not while I breathe!"

Elmesia, usually calm, felt sweat bead on her brow—this was no longer a fight they could afford to hold back in.

Kael'Zorath had fallen, but the earth split apart, and something walked forth from the abyss—a monstrous colossus, scarred from eons of battle, wielding a blade forged from the bones of fallen gods.

Azazel (commentary): "Varkas, The Tyrant of a Thousand Wars. Draguel, I hope you're ready for the fight of your life."

Draguel laughed, his blood boiling with excitement.

Draguel: "Finally! A real fight!"

But then, Varkas merely grinned—and Gazel dropped to his knees, coughing blood, felled by a mere glance.

Draguel: "You bastard!"

He turned toward the sky. "Brother, I need you here. NOW."

Ivarage and Ramiris barely had time to react before the air around them crystallized into pure death, and a figure wreathed in spectral chains appeared.

Azazel (commentary): "Ah, Severus, The End That Comes for All. A being who even the gods feared. Celesterra's final hour may be upon it."

Ramiris shuddered, for the first time in millennia, feeling true terror.

Ivarage stepped forward, flames of divine destruction erupting around him.

Ivarage: "I don't care who you are. You think you can take my home?"

Severus merely smiled, raising a single skeletal hand.

And death itself descended upon Celesterra.

Milim had just delt with Myrrana, but then the sky ripped apart, and something descended—a figure clad in a burning cloak of dying stars, wielding a spear forged from the remnants of obliterated dimensions.

Azazel (commentary): "Ah… Taryx, The Star-Killer. The one who ended the Celestial Order of Zathoria. Milim, I wonder if even you can handle him."

Milim snarled, eyes burning.

Milim: "I don't care who you are! I'll crush you!"

But then, Taryx pointed at her—and suddenly, her energy was ripped away, as if the very fabric of existence was rejecting her power.

Diablo appeared beside her, smirking. "Well now, this just got interesting."

Beerus, Whis, and Sigma observed the battlefield with grim expressions.

Beerus: "Tch. I figured Azazel had more tricks up his sleeve, but this… this is on another level."

Whis: "The Fallen Exarchs… Oh my, now this brings back memories. These are the monsters that once forced entire pantheons to flee across dimensions."

Sigma narrowed her eyes. "If they're here… then even the Demon Lords might not be enough."

Beerus clenched his fist. "Rimuru… you'd better not die here."