The storm raged on, relentless and merciless. Lightning struck over and over, each bolt more powerful than the last. Radhaya's shield flickered, barely holding against the divine wrath. Nazha lay motionless, his body convulsing as centuries of memories flooded his mind.
Then—a new presence descended from the heavens.
A brilliant, dark light split the sky as a figure emerged. With six black wings spread wide, his presence commanded the storm itself to tremble. Lucifer, the fallen angel, had returned.
His golden eyes burned with fury as he gazed at the relentless divine punishment. Raising his hand, Lucifer unleashed his full power, forming a barrier of pure celestial darkness around Nazha. The lightning clashed against it, sending ripples of energy across the battlefield.
But the storm did not stop. Instead, a massive bolt, stronger than all before, gathered above them—an attack that could annihilate everything.
Ravana watched in disbelief. His mind swirled with confusion. Why? Why was this happening now? Why was the heavens so determined to erase Nazha?
Then, deep inside him, something snapped.
Ravana clenched his fists. A dark aura began to surge from his body, an energy he had long sealed away. The Dark Divine Energy. It spiraled into the sky, challenging the very force of the storm itself.
His eyes glowed with untamed power. "Not this time," he growled. "I won't lose my family again!"
With a roar, Ravana extended his arms, unleashing his full strength, creating a second barrier alongside Lucifer's. The two forces intertwined—darkness and celestial power—shielding Nazha from destruction.
But it still wasn't enough. The heavens were not satisfied. The massive bolt of divine lightning descended.
Ravana's heart pounded as he made a desperate choice. He called out a name, a name that resonated through the very fabric of existence.
"Murugan!"
The storm froze. Time itself seemed to stop.
Then, from the heavens, a blinding golden light cut through the darkness. A warrior, draped in fire and armed with a divine spear, descended.
Lord Murugan had arrived.
With a single strike, Murugan shattered the devastating lightning. But instead of destruction, the energy redirected—into Nazha.
The storm was not a punishment. It was a test.
Nazha's body ignited with flames, his soul awakening to its true form. His skin shimmered with divine power, his wounds healing instantly. From the depths of his spirit, two sacred weapons emerged:
The Divine Spear – A weapon of ultimate destruction and creation.
The Fire Wheel – A symbol of his unbreakable will, burning with eternal flames.
His clothes transformed into Fire Cloth, wrapping him in sacred flames that radiated unstoppable energy.
Nazha opened his eyes, now glowing with divine fire.
He had passed the test.
His full power had awakened.