Aura Nova's feet touched the earth with calm, deliberate ease as she descended, her expression composed yet searching as she wondered whether her attacks had finally reached Kingsley. Yes, she had unleashed countless techniques upon him, devastating, reality-warping assaults that should have annihilated anything that stood in their path. Many of them had landed cleanly. Many had torn through him, mangling flesh and crushing bone. Yet Kingsley's body regenerated those injuries as though they were nothing more than superficial scratches.

She herself had not emerged unscathed. Injuries to her very essence had accumulated beneath the surface, subtle yet dangerous, forcing her to rely on her Omniedit to repair the damage. While effective, it strained her mana reserves continuously, each use draining her closer to depletion.

But Kingsley was different, he needed no mana. His body regenerated automatically, instinctively, repairing both flesh and essence as though it were a natural function rather than a technique. Aura Nova could not help but wonder whether his regeneration had a limit, whether the endless barrage of attacks had finally pushed him to that threshold.

The churning dust and debris cleared slowly, painfully slowly, as the chaos settled. The enormous sinkhole carved by Kingsley's fall finally revealed itself, and there he stood at its center.

Kingsley's body was battered to a ridiculous degree.

Blood poured freely from countless wounds. Limbs were missing. Half of his head had been cleaved cleanly apart from the side of his skull, exposing shattered bone and torn flesh. Internal organs were reduced to shredded ruin, barely recognizable. By all logic, by all law, by any measure of existence, he should have been dead.

Yet the man remained standing.

His eyes burned with the unquenchable fire of one who refused defeat, the gaze of an undefeatable being who simply did not acknowledge the concept of falling.

Even as he balanced on a single remaining leg, his regeneration was already at work. Bones regrew with audible cracks, knitting themselves back together. Flesh flowed and reattached. Veins snapped into place, blood circulation restoring itself seamlessly. His body rebuilt itself piece by piece, defying all reason.

Aura Nova did not simply stand and watch. If her mana depleted before Kingsley's stamina ran out, she would be the one facing annihilation.

Omniedit: Command: Logic Hijack: Heaven's Fall

Her mana pulsed outward once more with thunderous force, rippling through the air as the wind lashed violently in response. The sky, recently repaired by the separate plane, trembled again, as though its destruction was about to be renewed. From the heavens above, space cracked and shattered violently. Then, from the rupture, a titanic, colossal bolt of pure, raw lightning tore downward in primal calamity, its presence screaming annihilation.

Kingsley's head snapped upward, golden eyes locking onto the descending attack. Seeing what approached, he released a quiet sigh. Raising his right hand, now fully regenerated, he clenched his fist calmly as he spoke.

Aura Nova felt death tighten its grip around her entire being. Not merely fear, but something far deeper, an absolute, suffocating certainty of extinction. Her existence itself recoiled. She had never felt anything like this throughout her life, not even during this spar. Without conscious thought, her body vanished on pure reflex and instinct.

The moment she disappeared, Kingsley's voice echoed.

Concept: Destruction.

His fist shot upward with terminal ease, effortless and precise. The instant he retracted his fist, Aura Nova's lightning shattered violently, exploding into flickering, writhing bolts that were immediately erased from existence itself, leaving no residue behind.

'What was that?' Aura Nova thought, her mind reeling. She had never experienced anything like it, not from a technique, not from mana, not from any known power. All of that destruction, erased by a single punch.

'His regeneration is also slowing,' she realized suddenly. Kingsley's regeneration speed had dropped noticeably. It was still absurdly fast, still beyond comprehension, but no longer instantaneous. The efficiency remained terrifying, yet it was no longer absolute.

Omniedit: Command: Logic Hijack: Absolute Zero

Her mana expanded outward in rippling waves, and reality bent obediently to her will. Instantly, the temperature plummeted at a ridiculous speed. Everything within the separate plane froze solid. The very plane itself crystallized under the sudden cold, and even those observing the spar were caught within its reach as Aura Nova no longer restrained herself.

Kingsley felt the cold slam into him like a living thing. Ice encased his body, biting, slicing, invading. He could not remember the last time he had truly felt cold, perhaps before the Universal Blessing, before his assassination, before his rebirth. Normally, his body was far too strong for heat or cold to affect him.

Yet Aura Nova's ice froze through his veins, his organs, his very structure.

With a single thought, Kingsley activated the Concept Of Destruction. The Concept surged through his body violently, shattering the ice from within and erasing it entirely. He raised one foot and slammed it into the earth below. A power blast erupted outward as the Concept Of Destruction tore backward, annihilating every trace of ice, shard, and cold within several kilometers.

Aura Nova, understanding the futility of the attack instantly, canceled the technique.

For a moment, both of them floated a single meter above the earth, staring at one another in silence. No words were needed. They both understood that the battle had reached its climax.

"Forgive me, Aura Nova," Kingsley said calmly.

Aura Nova did not respond. Instead, her vigilance sharpened even further, every sense focused, ready for whatever Kingsley was about to unleash.

Kingsley immediately entered a martial stance. His legs spread apart as he lowered himself into a squat, his hands balanced perfectly at his sides. The Concept Of Destruction surged through him in maddening waves of power and strength. His golden eyes locked onto Aura Nova's beautiful figure, unbending, resolute.

Then his lips parted.

[Universal Technique: Concept Type: End Of All]

His fist rose toward the sky, then he slammed the side of it into the air itself.

Nothing happened.

At first, the separate plane remained silent. Frozen. Calm. Peaceful.

Aura Nova frowned. With the way Kingsley had moved, with the overwhelming sense of death clawing at her existence, she knew something should have happened. Something catastrophic. Yet nothing did.

Before she could move or speak, it happened.

From nowhere in particular, a golden light erupted with absolute, ravaging menace. It did not move gradually. It did not accelerate. It did not travel.

It simply was.

The light encased everything, everything that existed, then erased it completely. Existence. Order. Reality. Law. All were wiped away without exception.

The separate plane, which had endured countless calamities, finally collapsed under the weight of a Concept. Its outer barriers shattered as Kingsley's singular attack erased it entirely with pure, absolute power. But it did not stop there. With the collapse of the plane, the golden light expanded outward endlessly, swallowing suns, moons, stars, solar systems, and planets alike without discrimination.

When the golden light finally vanished, when Kingsley's Concept Of Destruction erased even itself, nothing remained.

No stars. No moons. No constellations. Only absence.

Space was gone. Time was erased. Even the void itself had been eradicated.

With a single attack, Kingsley had accomplished what many could only dream of.

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