The Supreme Miracle: Goetia Awakens the Compassion in His Heart (Just Kidding)

Detonation.

"In the name of the Seventy-Two Demon Pillars... come with me to Finality!!!"

BOOOOOOM----------!!!!!!!

An indescribable explosion erupted.

The Demon God King Goetia had turned himself into the final bomb—and the most terrifying one of all.

Pure golden light swallowed everything. The shockwave of the blast did not spread outward; instead, it first tore madly at the "container" that held it—the Meta Domain.

At that moment, Gudako and the others outside stared wide-eyed at the gradually dissipating Meta Domain.

"Where's Goetia?" Mashu held up her shield and swept her gaze warily around them. "Could he... already have been dealt with?"

Dr. Roman's brow was tightly furrowed. Streams of data flashed rapidly through his eyes, but he could not sense Goetia's vast and distinctive Saint Graph signal.

It was too quiet. Abnormally quiet.

Just then—

In the distance, above the wreckage of the Throne that had once belonged to Goetia, space warped slightly.

Extremely faint golden motes of light seeped out of the void, gathering with difficulty and outlining a humanoid silhouette.

It was Goetia.

He "sat" upon the Throne once more, but his posture was no longer that of a majestic king. Instead, he was slumped against it, almost completely drained.

His exposed body was covered in spiderweb-like black cracks, as though the slightest touch would shatter him completely.

"Sweat" condensed from magical energy kept beading on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the Throne, where it evaporated into wisps of green smoke.

Every breath came with a violent trembling of his Saint Graph. Those golden eyes that had always burned with arrogance and rage now held only the daze of surviving a catastrophe and exhaustion that had sunk deep into his bones.

"So close..." he murmured to himself, his voice so weak it was nearly