Chapter 1759: Star Man
The identity of the hidden figure was finally revealed as the remnants of his dark mantle disintegrated into sparks. He had the appearance of a young man, no older than his early twenties, with short, dark hair and a strikingly handsome face. However, the most distinctive feature was the seven stars on his forehead, each one a different color, radiating a swirling, overwhelming force of cosmic energy.
Right now, that face was twisted in a mask of fury and hatred. The loss of the Mantle of Darkness, one of his most powerful treasures, had driven him to the brink of rage.
That mantle had not been a mere ability, but a divine artifact granted to him by his master. It allowed him to conceal his presence, evade detection, and shield himself from a considerable amount of damage. As long as even a fragment of the mantle remained, it could regenerate over time. It had been his trump card for millennia.
But now, thanks to the relentless onslaught from the Neo-Demon and the Depravita, the mantle had been utterly destroyed. Not a trace remained to restore it. His heart burned with fury—but even so, he could not let rage consume him entirely. There were more immediate threats to address.
"Final End: Dragon Breath!"
Bahamut, who had no idea who the young man was, needed no explanation. If Cain and Meylin had attacked this figure without hesitation, then he was an enemy—plain and simple. Without waiting, Bahamut unleashed his strongest technique, firing a colossal blast of golden plasma that tore through the air like a judgment from the gods.
Normally, the young man would have easily deflected such an attack, but his body had not yet recovered from Cain and Meylin’s previous strikes. The plasma hit him head-on, searing his skin, and making it feel as though his very flesh might melt away.
"Enough!"
His roar erupted from within the plasma, followed by a massive burst of starlight. The force of it blew Bahamut’s attack away like smoke before a hurricane, revealing the young man’s imposing figure once more. His body radiated with streams of celestial energy as a radiant spear, resembling a fragment of the starry firmament itself, appeared in his grasp. His aura surged, exponentially greater than before—an overwhelming pressure that made the air tremble.