Dreadward gazed at the disintegrated remains of his greatest friend. The Volturi broke down laughing. "HAHAHAHA! WE'D BE ANGRY, BUT WE CAN JUST FEEL THE ANGUISH COMING OFF YOU! THE TORMENT YOU MUST FEEL IS EXQUISITE! HAHAHAHA!" Dreadward starting burning up with the greatest rage he had ever felt. "ARE YOU GOING TO CRY, YOU PATHETIC WEAKLING? CRY AT HIS LOSS?" Dreadward swung Lightraper with such force as to knock the Volturi through ten thousand decks of the spaceship. "I'll avenge him, you bastard! Him and EVERY MAN THAT CHAOS HAS KILLED!" The Volturi picked himself up. "SUCH ANGER IMPRESSES US! SHOW US YOUR FURY, DREADWARD!"

The Volturi began conjuring miniature black holes, throwing them at Dreadward. Dreadward ignored their gravitational pull, and slapped the Volturi through a wall with his plasma hand. The Volturi got up on its feet, and began firing hundreds of homing bolts. Dreadward dodged them, jumped behind the Volturi, grabbed him, and blocked the bolts with his body. He then threw the Volturi down a corridor, where he crashed through a squad of Doom Elves. The Doom Elves, realizing that what was happening was out of their element, retreated. The Volturi, in anger, slew them with bolts of lightning.

The Volturi tore open a hole into the central power reactor of the flagship, which contained several captured stars that were used for power. He picked up a star, and threw it at Dreadward, who was engulfed with it. To the Volturi's consternation, he burst out of the star with minimal harm. "I'M GETTING TIRED OF YOUR STUBBORN REFUSAL TO DIE." Dreadward kicked a star at the Volturi, who in turn destroyed it with a single punch. "So am I, Volturi!" Dreadward kicked the Volturi into a star, which exploded, destroying the flagship. The Volturi and Dreadward gazed at each other, floating in the void.

Dreadward channeled his hatred through Lightraper. His immense hatred sharpened the already extremely sharp blade to an impossible extent. "It's time to finish this once and for all!" He ran up and leaped at the Volturi, and cut him in half with a single diagonal blow. The Volturi gasped out its last words. "IM...IMPOSSIBLE! NOTHING... CAN... DEFEAT ME! NOTHING!" Dreadward sheathed his blade. "Nothing is impossible." The Volturi died. erupting into an immense explosion which wiped out the entire Forbidden Sector. The entire chaos fleet was disintegrated in the blast.

The Cathedral Oblivion, damaged by the explosion, drifted through the void of space. The surviving Yazata gathered there, arguing over the battle. "But he cannot be alive. Nothing could survive being at the epicenter of that explosion!" said one. "If anyone could survive, it'll be Dreadward or Jacob." replied another. "But Dreadward, he..." "But I what?" The Yazata all turned towards the voice. It was Dreadward! He was covered in burns and scars, and his fuligin armor was cracked and broken. "Dreadward! But... Where is Jacob?" Dreadward sighed. "He... didn't make it. I'm sorry. He died saving me." The Yazata gathered to mourn. "Now, let's fix the engines and set a course for Forks. It's time to go home."