As Ravana emerged, transformed and whole, the heavens above split—not in unity, but in discord.
The Divine Council fractured.
Vishnu, serene yet watchful, knew balance was more important than control.
Sivan, the eternal Tamil flame, rose and spoke:
"I do not stand with tyrants. I stand with truth."
Beside him, his son Murugan summoned the divine spear. Not against Ravana—but for the defense of harmony.
But far above, thunder cracked.
Zeus gathered his lightning-born army.
Odin, with runes blazing, whispered war into the roots of the world.
And deep in the shadows, Lucis, the long-lost twin of Jesus, corrupted by envy, declared:
"The throne of creation is mine. Ashuras will kneel."
Yet from another sky descended light—not from gods, but from Radhaya, now reborn in sunlight.
His Divine Shield radiated with ancestral strength. The Vijaya Dhanushu, now reshaped into a blazing gun, hummed with cosmic energy.
Radhaya spoke with calm fury:
"I shielded life before the gods walked. I will do so again."
He did not join the gods. Nor did he bow to Ravana. He walked beside him—as equal. As guardian of humanity's soul.
And with him came the new vanguard:
Nazha, his flame unchained.
Hanuman, awakened from divine myth to cosmic truth.
Wukong, chaos reborn with clarity.
Black, the protector of forgotten Ashura wisdom.
Radhaya, the eternal shield of light.
The world prepared.
The first battlefield would not be in heaven.
It would rise from the earth—from an ancient Ashura city buried in time, awakening beneath the soil of India.
The gods had made their choice.
Now, the forgotten protectors would make theirs.