His Mind Fortress kept him conscious through trauma that should have induced instant coma.

Then his new skeleton locked into place—crystalline bone structure that was barely recognizable as calcium-based tissue, more akin to diamond lattice than natural bone—and his body had support again.

Version Two had ignited his mana. Final Version detonated it.

His mana reserves—currently at 9%—suddenly underwent fusion reaction.

Not metaphorically. Literally. The spiritual energy throughout his body achieved conditions for actual fusion—pressure and temperature sufficient to force mana particles to combine, releasing energy that would normally be contained in carefully controlled spells.

Satou’s entire mana system was undergoing uncontrolled fusion reaction.

The energy release was catastrophic. Mana channels throughout his body exploded from internal pressure, spiritual pathways that had carried power for five years suddenly blown apart by fusion heat.

His body from inside—organs cooked by fusion heat, flesh burned by uncontrolled energy release, bones heated to temperatures that should have turned them molten.

And still his Regeneration activated, rebuilding mana channels as fast as they exploded, reforming organs as fast as they cooked, cooling bones as fast as they heated.

The cycle created a feedback loop:

Fusion released energy. Energy destroyed mana channels. Regeneration rebuilt channels. New channels immediately exploded from ongoing fusion. Loop repeated.

Thousands of times per second.

Satou’s body became a walking fusion reactor, energy cycling through creation and destruction faster than conscious thought could track.

His enhanced senses, already evolved during Version Two, now ascended beyond anything that should exist in mortal form.

His Omniscient Nightmare Vision didn’t just see possibilities anymore—it saw causality chains. Saw how current actions would ripple forward through time. Saw the web of cause-and-effect that connected everything to everything else. Saw not just what could happen, but what must happen given current trajectories.

His Enhanced Hearing expanded beyond detecting frequencies—he could now hear concepts. Could hear the sound of Khar’razoth’s existence. Could hear reality itself breathing. Could hear the space between sounds where meaning lived.

His Enhanced Smell transcended molecular detection—he could smell time. Could smell past events lingering in the air. Could smell future possibilities not yet manifested. Could smell the scent of inevitability.

His Tremor Sense expanded from detecting ground vibrations—he could now feel dimensional tremors. Could feel reality shaking from their battle. Could feel the stress fractures forming in space-time. Could feel existence itself groaning under too much force.

All these senses feeding information into his fragmented consciousness simultaneously, each piece processing data streams that would have overwhelmed unified minds, his Mind Fortress barely holding the flood back from destroying his sanity completely.

And then his speed tripled.

Not doubled like Version Two. Tripled.

His Time Dilation, normally operating at three times speed (six times during Version Two), now ran at eighteen times normal velocity.

To Satou’s perception, one second of real time became eighteen seconds of subjective experience.

The world around him didn’t just slow down—it froze.

Khar’razoth’s four-hundred-foot form, still recovering from their previous exchange, looked like a statue carved in divine flesh. Not moving. Not breathing. Just... there. Frozen like reality had paused.

The ash still falling from previous destruction hung motionless in the air like suspended particles in amber, each piece of debris perfectly still, caught mid-fall.

The dimensional tears from their earlier collision—visible cracks in space-time—weren’t closing anymore because time had stopped flowing for them, their progression toward healing frozen at whatever stage they’d reached.

Satou looked down at his own body and saw the transformation completing:

His scales weren’t just crystalline anymore—they were prismatic, refracting light through impossible angles, creating rainbow halos that bent in directions geometry didn’t recognize, his body surrounded by colors that didn’t exist in normal spectrum.

His eyes had transcended white-hot—they were now colorless, blazing with intensity beyond visible light, radiating in ultraviolet and x-ray and gamma frequencies that would have been lethal to unprotected observers.

His claws had extended to six inches, sharpened to molecular edges through continuous reformation, each one capable of cutting through space itself rather than just matter.

His body was dissolving and reforming continuously—not in cycles anymore, but simultaneously, existing in quantum superposition where he was both destroyed and reconstructed in every moment, his form flickering between states faster than perception could track.

Blood didn’t just stream from him anymore—it erupted, fountaining from every pore, every orifice, every wound in arterial sprays that should have drained him empty in seconds. But his Regeneration was creating new blood as fast as the old was lost, keeping volume constant despite hemorrhaging that would have killed demon lords.

He’d transcended dragoblin form. Transcended demon-type existence. Had become something other—a being that existed in the space between life and death, maintained only through continuous destruction and recreation, held together by willpower that refused to accept dissolution.

[TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE]

[BERSERK MODE: OVERDRIVE FINAL VERSION - ACTIVATED]

[TERMINAL WARNING: STAMINA DRAIN RATE: 5000% NORMAL] [TERMINAL WARNING: MANA CONSUMPTION RATE: 10000% NORMAL] [TERMINAL WARNING: PHYSICAL INTEGRITY: TOTAL FAILURE - MAINTAINED ONLY BY REGENERATION] [TERMINAL WARNING: CONSCIOUSNESS STABILITY: FRAGMENTED - 37 PARALLEL THOUGHT-STREAMS] [TERMINAL WARNING: TIME LIMIT: 15 MINUTES ABSOLUTE MAXIMUM] [TERMINAL WARNING: SURVIVAL PROBABILITY POST-TRANSFORMATION: 13%] [TERMINAL WARNING: DEATH PROBABILITY IF TRANSFORMATION MAINTAINED FULL DURATION: 99.7%]

[ULTIMATE ENHANCEMENT ACHIEVED:]

STRENGTH: +5000% (was +1600% in Version Two)AGILITY: +4500% (was +1500%)SPEED: +6000% (was +2000%)PERCEPTION: +8000% (was +1800%)ENDURANCE: +3000% (was +1200%)ALL ABILITIES: ABSOLUTE MAXIMUM THEORETICAL OUTPUTREGENERATION: MYTHICAL+ TIER - CONTINUOUS RECONSTRUCTIONPAIN: TRANSCENDENT - BEYOND DESCRIPTION OR MEASUREMENTSURVIVAL: STATISTICALLY IMPROBABLEVICTORY: POSSIBLE

Satou stood there in his transformed state—a being of continuous destruction and reconstruction, blood fountaining from literally everywhere, his form barely recognizable through the grotesque cycle of death and rebirth—and the Ancient God watched with thousands of eyes.

For thirty subjective seconds (1.7 real seconds), neither moved.

Khar’razoth could see satou life force fading away gradually and he knew this was Satou last attack ,so he decided to return the favour and show him his ultimate form.

"VERY WELL, MORTAL CALLED SATOU. I WILL SHOW YOU MY FINAL FORM"

Khar’razoth’s increased in size again, becoming eight hundred feet of divine horror, mass increasing proportionally, tentacles multiplying from hundreds to thousands again.