Kahn now stood before Ryuken, his form illuminated by the divine brilliance of the Domain of Sacred Divinity. The new realm seemed alive, its air charged with celestial energy, and the statues of gods and goddesses seemed to watch over the battlefield, their silent gazes heavy with judgment.
Ryuken's transformation had reached an apocalyptic peak. His body now towered over the battlefield, standing a colossal one-kilometer tall. He resembled the ancient and mythological deities of Japan, a living embodiment of divinity and wrath.
Ryuken's new form radiated an aura that felt both sacred and terrifying—a force that defied comprehension. His skin turned a deep, glowing crimson, pulsing as if the energy within him was alive and ready to burst forth. Four massive, jagged horns sprouted from his head, curving like the crown of an infernal king while his entire face was covered with a black demonic mask.
