When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

A Universe of Strength Reduced to Nothing

Whis and Beerus' wives—Velzar, Erza, Zerna, Delta, Beta, and Sigma—stood in absolute silence after hearing Beerus' explanation. None of them spoke, but they all felt something that they had never experienced before.

Fear.

Not the fear of battle, not the fear of death, but the fear of realizing how small they truly were.

They had all believed themselves to be at the peak of strength, and yet...

"Our power is nothing but a drop in the ocean," Erza muttered, her usual confidence shaken.

Zerna, usually the most arrogant, had her hands balled into fists.

"There's far more we don't understand," she whispered.

Beerus was not just the God of Destruction.

He was something beyond comprehension.

Despite his carefree nature, he had built a force that surpassed the very laws of reality itself.

They now understood. Beerus was truly the one above all.

Still, they knew as long as they remained on his good side, they had nothing to fear.

With all Fallen Exarchs obliterated, Beerus waved his hand, recalling the Zodiacs.

Massive, golden portals opened, pulling the warriors of legend back into their own isolated dimensions.

"No need for them to remain."

"The true battle has yet to begin."

He smirked, golden eyes glimmering in amusement.

"I have another surprise for Azazel."

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

For the first time since the Abyssal War began, the Demon Lords, the armies, and the Cardinal World had a moment of peace.

But that did not last, something else was coming.

The world changed again.

A sound resonated through the world.

A sound that sent shivers through every living being, every warrior, every king, and even the Demon Lords themselves.

Laughter.

A deep, chaotic, maniacal laughter that carried with it an energy of pure malevolence.

"Ahh… HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!"

The skies split apart.

A massive crack tore through reality itself.

It wasn't a portal.

It was an open wound in existence.

And from it, he came.

A black vortex of writhing energy churned above the battlefield, swirling with an endless storm of darkness.

The sun vanished.

The moon shattered into a crimson void.

Stars flickered out, consumed by a force beyond the abyss itself.

Then, the form of a god descended.

Azazel – The End Incarnate

He was unlike anything they had ever seen.

Azazel's body was an amalgamation of chaos given flesh.

His wings, massive and tattered, oozed with a black fire that consumed light itself.

His skin, a shifting tapestry of void and infinity, pulsed with every nightmare ever dreamed.

His eyes, twin orbs of absolute nothingness, swallowed everything they gazed upon.

His crown, broken yet regal, hovered above his head, dripping with the remnants of fallen universes.

His hands, skeletal yet divine, crackled with a power that could erase time itself.

And in his mouth, a wicked grin stretched from ear to ear.

"So…"

"…my little soldiers failed me."

"…I suppose I should have expected that."

His voice was a whisper that could shatter mountains, a scream that could silence gods.

The land itself began to die.

The very air was corrupted, filled with an oppressive aura that made even the Demon Lords struggle to breathe.

The oceans boiled.

The earth cracked.

The stars continued to fade.

Azazel wasn't just descending.

He was bringing the Abyss with him.

For the first time in countless eons, the Demon Lords felt the weight of true despair.

Guy Crimson, the embodiment of destruction, clenched his fists.

"This is worse than I expected…"

His usual arrogance was nowhere to be found.

Luminous Valentine, the Empress of the Night, gritted her teeth.

"That thing isn't a Demon Lord… it isn't even a god… It's something that shouldn't exist."

Leon Cromwell, usually the epitome of calm, clenched his holy sword so tightly it cracked.

"We fight, or we die."

Rimuru, standing at the forefront, stared at Azazel without blinking.

His mind raced. Even with his evolved Ultimate Skill, even with his new strength, he knew the truth.

"This is going to be the hardest battle of our lives."

Milim cracked her knuckles, trying to suppress her nerves.

"Heh… He looks strong."

"No," Diablo whispered beside her, his golden eyes flickering with rare unease.

"He is beyond strong."

Draguel gritted his teeth, flames erupting from his form.

"We're about to fight the End itself."

The Demon Lords gathered together, their auras flaring as they prepared for the fight of their lives.

Azazel descended further, his feet hovering just above the shattered land.

"Hmph… I must say, I am impressed."

"Even after seeing the destruction of my Heralds… my Exarchs… you still choose to fight?"

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with mockery.

"How admirable. How pathetic."

His grin widened.

"Come, then."

"Show me how long you can last before I erase you."

Azazel raised a single finger—

—and the world itself screamed.

A wave of pure abyssal energy erupted from him, shattering mountains, splitting the skies, and consuming the land in a storm of black fire and void lightning.

The Demon Lords didn't hesitate.

Rimuru was the first to move, his Eternity Overlord: Aeron Genesis flaring as he unleashed a dimensional slash.

Guy followed, his Apocalypse Monarch: Pandemonium burning with hellfire strong enough to incinerate time.

Milim roared, her Calamity Sovereign: Drakaima Ragnarok releasing a blast that could reduce entire planets to dust.

Luminous, Leon, Draguel, and the rest unleashed their might, creating a cascade of destruction beyond anything seen before.

But Azazel stood unmoving.

The attacks collided with his form…

…and did nothing.

Azazel sighed, brushing off the energy as if it were mere dust.

"Was that all?"

Then he raised his hand.

And hell itself descended upon them.

The battlefield became a nightmare.

Azazel's chaotic might was beyond comprehension, and even the strongest beings in existence found themselves struggling to survive.

"If we fail here…" Rimuru thought, "...there will be nothing left."

"We have to win. We HAVE to win."

The final battle had begun.