As Meera steadied her breath, her chest rising and falling as she forced calm into her body. For a moment, she is silent and try to found a sliver of focus—then she struck, a sudden side kick aimed at Captain Elven's ribs.
Here's Elven only smiled, lifting his hand lazily to deflect it.
"Hmm… is that all?" he taunted. "Did you not hear me? I don't care for such simple tricks. Show me something worth my time. Show me your skill perfect use, read my mind."
Her eyes narrowed. Suddenly without a word, she spun—her body twisting in the air—delivering a clean 540 headshot kick that cracked against his temple.
"How about this? Did you like that one?" she snapped.
The strike landed perfectly, but the Captain Elven didn't even flinch. His expression twisted as an aura of suffocating darkness erupted around him. "Pathetic…" he whispered. "Do you think such moves can wound me?"
Before she could react, he blurred forward. His hand closed around her throat, lifting her high into the air as he levitated above the ground. She clawed at his grip, struggling for air, her legs kicking helplessly.
Mera forced her voice through the strain, her eyes locking on his. "I… can hear you," she gasped. "Your mind… buried deep… you're drowning in sadness."
For a heartbeat, something flickered in his expression, but then his fury returned. With a snarl, he hurled her downward like a rag doll. She struck the ground with brutal force, the earth cracking beneath her.
She coughed, her body trembling, but she rose again—weak, battered, yet unbroken. The Cursed Elf ( captain elven )descended before her, his shadow towering.
"I told you to fight me," he said coldly. "To use your skill in fight, to show me your worth. Instead, you dig into my sorrow? Useless. I have no interest in your pity." His voice turned into a roar, his eyes glowing with rage. "I will slaughter everyone here and then move on to far greater things."
His right hand—now with only three fingers remaining—lunged toward her, black energy gathering at its tips. He intended to kill her first.
But Mera planted her feet. Her stance shifted, small and subtle—a street fighter's posture, raw and efficient. At the last instant, she blocked his hand, slid one leg back, and struck low with a swift, merciless kick. Her heel connected between his legs.
The Captain Elven body stiffened. His eyes widened in shock, the pain real and undeniable because she hit his male private part.
Here Mera exhaled sharply, fire in her voice. "That… was my revenge. For laying your filthy hands on my neck."
As Captain Elven's expression twisted, and then he burst into laughter—low, cruel, echoing through the rain-soaked forest. One hand clutched his head, the other pressed to the place where Meera's strike had landed. The downpour streamed down his face, his laughter mixing with the storm.
Meera's heart pounded. She took a cautious step back, her voice trembling yet steady with resolve.
"I know you are powerful… too powerful. But I don't want this to go further. If anyone dies here, everything will be lost. Please—take the coin we don't want, but let us go alive from this place."
Captain Elven straightened slowly, his posture almost regal. His lips curled into a vicious smile.
"So , so ... Alright, let's make this entertaining. A little game. Survive ten minutes against me, and I'll decide what to do with you."
Meera's face drained of color.
"Survive…?" she whispered.
Before she could breathe again, suddenly captain elven released his magic. The ground convulsed. Spears of jagged stone erupted from the earth; tree trunks split and twisted into sharp weapons of nature itself. The forest became a cage of blades, all aimed for her flesh.
By reading his mind, Meera anticipated the first strike and leapt high, twisting her body like a warrior to block the shards. But as she landed, Captain Elven was already behind her. As she noticed him one thought came to her mind, a moment of sickening clarity: How did he get behind me?
"I knew you would try to read me, but you can't read or listen everything of my mind." he murmured, sounding almost delighted. "Did you Surprised?"
As she try to turn towards captain elven, but
His fist slammed into her side. Meera's body snapped through the air, crashing hard into the ground.
Elven tilted his head, his grin widening. "Or did you enjoy my revenge?"
Meera took a moment to assess her condition, a grimace on her face as blood pooled at her lips. She had to fight. A single thought drove her: this coin demon would kill her first, then the centaur, and then Ankur. With a burst of will, she pushed herself up and waited for a chance as Captain Elven approached. Her stance was fierce. She spun low, sweeping his legs with a sharp Taekwondo kick.
As Elven's eyes lit with amusement . " good surprise attack…"
As he fell, he shifted seamlessly, his body flowing into a capoeira stance. Balanced on one hand, both of his legs whipped upward in a blur. His heel slammed into her ribs with devastating force, launching her across the clearing.
But before she could even hit the ground, Elven move forward with speed. His hand seized the torn fabric of her clothes, and he dragged her close, his breath hot against her skin as he studied her half-conscious face.
Meera strained to speak, her voice a slow, painful whisper: "Your ten minutes are over."
"I was only playing," he said softly, almost mockingly. "But now... I'm serious."
He tossed her into the air like a discarded doll , then struck with a brutal teep kick, sending her flying once more. As her limp body arced through the storm, he leapt, caught her by the leg, and hurled her higher still—up into the sky. Here she felt like her body going upwards side.
Captain Elven's laughter cut through the thunder.
"Ah… look at her. She'll die this time. How tragic… but how sweet."
As when meera body coming back to downward But before her body could strike the earth, a boulder-serpent surged upward, slamming into Elven's head. The impact cracked like thunder.
Through the storm, Meera felt arms catch her—strong, unyielding. She slowly blinked in half unconscious state through the haze and saw him.
Madhav. Standing tall, cradling her as though she weighed nothing.
As he caught Meera in his arms. Her eyelids fluttered open at the touch of safety.
"Wake up, Meera. Look—I'm here. We all came," Madhav whispered urgently.
Meera's lips trembled into a faint smile. "Thank you…" she breathed. Her hand rose weakly, brushing against Madhav's cheek. Then, with a soft sigh, she slipped back into unconsciousness.
From a distance, Captain Elven watched. He strained to see the face of the person standing on the serpent's head, but the distance obscured his view. His gaze narrowed, and his voice was low and disdainful.
"So… this fragile body can barely even look at him. Pathetic."
He lifted his hand, summoning the magic circle to destroy the serpent and the person who shielded the girl. But before he could strike, a blaze of magical fire cut across the storm. A second serpent of stone surged forward, its head carrying Ketaki, whose eyes burned with sheer fury.
"Stay away from them!" she roared, unleashing a torrent of fire. She wove spell after spell—lightning, flame, and wind—crashing the entire cascade down onto Elven. The force of the strike was immense, tearing through the earth and causing great devastation around him.
As distriction get little silent here captain appear between in dust he just only smiled. "Ah… another of my creations, daring to defy me. Amusing."
Here Ketaki's voice rang sharp through the chaos. "Creations? Are you mad? We elves and every creature of this forest—we are children of Mata Aranyani, the Mother herself! You are nothing!"
The Captain's amusement vanished, replaced by cold fury. He unleashed his power, and the ground split as their forces clashed, hurling shockwaves through the forest.
Meanwhile, Madhav guided the serpent down, landing beside Mohit.
Mohit's by observing her his voice trembled with relief. "She's alive?"
Madhav laid her gently on the ground. "Unconscious, but breathing. What about the others—Uncle Beni? That elf warrior—"
"Ankur," Mohit answered grimly. "Uncle Beni is unconscious too. As for Ankur… I can't find him anywhere. But his companion—his pet—it was…" Mohit swallowed hard, his voice breaking. "…cut in half."
Madhav's chest tightened. His voice dropped to a whisper of dread. "What is going on here ? When did you check?"
Mohit's eyes hardened, steeling himself against the memory. He exhaled slowly, steadying his voice. "While you were saving Meera. He eyes scanned the shattered landscape. "I seen it all around—the sheer destruction that elf caused in this fight. He's incredibly strong. Too strong to be our opponent."
Madhav replied, his voice heavy with worry. "I can feel the same power, but I sense something extra... a similar presence that I've felt before."
Their words were drowned out as a sudden, violent explosion erupted nearby. Both turn to look out , Ketaki's energy flames collided with Elven's dark aura in a blinding blast. The earth caved in, and a massive crater formed at the impact site.
When the smoke cleared, Ketaki's body lay broken at the center of the pit. Blood streaked her face, and her chest heaved faintly.
Madhav froze, his fists clenched, then started forward. "Ketaki..." he shouted.
Across the battlefield, Captain Elven stood unscathed—his dark energy stretching out like death itself.
Rage surged through Mohit when he saw Ketaki's condition. His voice rang out like a command of war.
"Serpents—attack!"
The two massive stone serpents lunged at Captain Elven, jaws wide, their fangs of rock ready to pierce. But the Captain only smirked. With a single, fluid movement, he dodged the first and struck with his magic energy—the serpents shattered into flying shards of rubble.
Mohit gritted his teeth and unleashed his own skill. Hundreds of flame moths burst into existence, swarming toward Elven, their wings trailing embers as they scorched his body.
As Captain Elven spread his dark aura like a storm. The moths shrieked, their flames extinguished, scattering into nothing. His laughter echoed.
"Your skills are useless against me. The strongest warrior stands before you."
Before Mohit could answer, Madhav charged past him. His eyes burned with fury, his hand reaching into the void of his storage space. In a flash, he drew forth a sword that glowed with the combined power of light and water.
At the same time, he invoked his skill—Unconscious—locking his gaze on Captain Elven as he ran. The elf only tilted his head, completely unaffected.
"Hey, boy, do you recognize me?" Elven's voice was casual, yet piercing. "Because of me, your brother wants to kill you and destroy you. I literally supported his negative decision, and yes, he also offered your soul to me."
Despite the devastating words, Madhav did not falter. His sword gleamed brighter, his combat skill guiding his steps as he roared:
"Whatever you've done to me, whatever you've done to my friends—this is the answer! This is the end for you. Die!"
He swung with all his strength. Captain Elven tried to twist away, replying playfully, "Whatever do you mean? I'm just trying to fulfill your brother wish, and as for your friends, they are all weak."
But Madhav's blade cut true. A sudden, burning slash tore across Elven's face, splitting from brow to nose. Blood and shadow dripped together from the wound.
Captain Elven staggered, clutching his injury with a twisted grin. "What have you done, you low, crawling low-blood human? I was talking to you! You attacked mid-conversation?"
As Madhav swung his sword again, Captain Elven's expression turned cold. Raising his right hand, he formed a strange gesture—thumb locking against his index finger. With a sharp flick, power surged like a blade of air.
Madhav's glowing sword shattered into pieces.
Both Madhav and Mohit froze in shock, watching from a distance.
Captain Elven's voice was loudly , almost wistful, yet it cut clearly through the chaos. "Did you see who I destroyed your sword with? I learned that technique long ago, when I was a servant—a protector of my king. Once, in my own world, while I was guarding the entrance of the King's castle, a human warrior destroyed my blade in this very way."
"I just wanted to protect my king, who is great—the King of Demons and Rakshas. But in the middle of battle with that human... I was teleported from my world and hurled into yours. And because of that... my king died."
As Madhav spat blood , here he listened to the story. A memory flickered in his mind: a scene from a dream in the hospital—a great castle hall, a king-like figure lying in a pool of blood infront of him one person also there . But Madhav shook the image away, forcing himself to focus on the present. He pushed himself up, his voice sharp and defiant.
"I don't care about your story."
He gripped the broken hilt of his sword and swung the handle at Elven's head.
Captain Elven caught his wrist with effortless strength. Madhav struck back with his elbow, but the Captain countered, slamming him into the ground with brutal force.
Mohit ran toward Madhav. As he reached him, he saw Madhav crawling before turning and lying on the ground, struggling with pain and injury. Mohit leaned close to Madhav. "Hey, why do I feel like this is similar to when you lost control back in Himachal Pradesh because of that Curse Coin?"
Madhav replied through gritted teeth, wincing in pain. "It's because that elf you're looking at is also controlled by that coin."
Mohit's expression shifted instantly. "I have an idea," he declared. He glanced at Madhav. "I'll anger him first, then we'll get help from that deer who destroyed Cetana's body into dust." Madhav tried to protest, "Don't you remember Meera's grandfather's words? Wait!"
But Mohit was already shouting, his voice laced with venom:
"Hey, mad elf! You think you're strong, but you're nothing but a balloon!"
Standing tall, floating in the air, Captain Elven spread his arms. His voice rose like thunder.
"A balloon? Very well. If you want the truth, I will show you my true form."
The earth trembled. Behind him, a colossal serpent's skull clawed its way out of nothingness. Muscles coiled over bone, then flesh, until a monstrous snake—larger than any temple idol—loomed in the storm. The air, wind, and rain all shook violently around the creature.
Captain Elven's eyes glowed, his smile now feral.
"Look upon me, Madhav. I am no mere elf. I am the Curse Coin Demon. My name… is Lubdhaksh."
As Mohit was frozen in terror, his body locked by the sheer force of the Captain's aura and magic. Madhav tried to stand, but his body refused to obey.
Captain Elven—now Lubdhaksh—looked down at them. "Look at me," he commanded. "After so many years, I am free! I can release my energy freely. I need souls—I need them so I can go home, to my real world!" He laughed, a horrifying, genuine sound, as he began to move toward Mohit. "I will take every soul!"
Madhav dropped to his knees, ignoring the injury pain. "Hey, Coin! Don't try to go near my friend! If you want a soul, then take mine! My big brother offered you my soul only—remember that!"
Lubdhaksh paused, looking at Madhav .He tapped a finger against his chin, as if weighing an amusing proposition. Then replied with a dismissive wave. "Oh, don't worry, I will take your soul, no doubt. But that is too easy, and no fun. I will first take the soul of your friend Raj, who is in a coma in the hospital. Next will be your parents, who cannot speak. And yes, whatever condition they are in now is because of me."
He smiled, savoring the horror. "After that, I will take the souls of everyone here."
Madhav's face twisted in helpless fury. He knew he was in no condition to fight, but he raged, his voice thick with desperation. "What are you saying? They are innocent! Take my soul! Please, let them go!"