The skies had cleared.
For just a moment, there was peace—an illusion.
Then…
The world split open.
Not metaphorically.
The sky cracked.
A howl of primal nothingness echoed from beyond the clouds. Stars blinked out. Birds froze in mid-air. Even the wind refused to move.
From the heart of the collapsed time vortex, a figure descended—barefoot, shirtless, his body carved like it was chiseled by the gods. A black beard framed his ruthless jaw, eyes burning with primordial chaos—one golden, one demonic red. His robes fluttered like tattered kings' cloaks woven from the shadows of forgotten galaxies.
He stood tall, brutal, serene.A storm given form.A god in exile.
🔥 The one who broke the Sky.🔥 The opener of the Hell Gate.🔥 The villain of legends—known only as...
RAVANOX.
"Who..." Satya whispered, barely breathing.
Vayunanda's eyes widened, blood still trailing from his lips. "That… is the one from the prophecy."
The battlefield collapsed under his aura.Mountains bent. Magic turned to ash.Even Velissara's last remnants fled in fear.
Ravanox looked around like a bored king returning to a broken kingdom.
And then…He smiled.
"Ah," he said, voice deep like thunder soaked in oil. "You mortals still breathe."
He stepped forward. Each step shattered the ground beneath. Not running. Not flying. Just walking.
In a blink, he stood before Satya.
With one eye, he scanned the broken warrior. "You're the one the Divine Council chose to protect this realm?"
Satya didn't reply.
So Ravanox raised a hand to strike—
—but Satya moved.
Not consciously. Instinctively. His body slashed upward with the remnants of his Garud Flame, his fingers laced with sparks of Monarch Touch.
⚔️ A single scratch appeared on Ravanox's cheek.
The world held its breath.
Even the clouds paused.
Ravanox touched the blood with fascination.Looked at Satya.
"…Till now, not one soul in all timelines has ever left a mark on me."
He leaned forward, his voice filled with menace.
"Good child. Good."
Then—
Boom.
Ravanox moved once.Satya flew 300 meters into a crater.
He was out.
With a flick of his wrist, he sealed Vaidehi in amber flame, Yug in crimson ice, and Vayunanda in black vines of void magic. None of them could move. None could even speak.
"You children are ants," Ravanox said. "And I do not trample ants out of cruelty—only boredom."
He turned away—
—but the vines around Vayunanda shattered.
The old warrior stood. Bloodied, weak. But unbending.
"I won't… let you harm them."
Ravanox didn't even glance back.
"You are already dead, Rishi."
Vayunanda's breath was shallow. "Then let the dead rise again."
He unleashed everything.
Every spell. Every chakra thread. Every ancient technique from the Yugas.
And still—he never even touched Ravanox.
Ravanox walked through it like a god through rain.
Blow after blow failed. Strike after strike was dodged, broken, reversed. The Trisula was shattered in mid-air.
Vayunanda collapsed—knees, hands, face dripping in blood.
Yet still, he smiled. "But… I was never trying to kill you."
His body glowed—one final spell forming.
He pressed his palms to the earth and whispered:
"Agnikal—Eternal Time Seal."
A burst of white light exploded.
Ravanox staggered back slightly, raising a brow.
The world around froze again—but this time, it was his time.
Vayunanda had sacrificed himself to seal the battlefield's flow. Not forever—but long enough.
Long enough to give hope.
His body turned to fading ash. His soul split across the aether.
But before he was gone...
🪔 Vayunanda's Final Words
"Satya… I never praised you. Never smiled at your growth. But today… you are my best disciple."
"You are the next future of Bharat… the next Hell Gate Destroyer."
🪄 He raised his fading hand. Light poured out—his final legacy:
🔱 Trishul of Dahana (SS-Rank) ➝ Bestowed upon Satya
⚔ Black Flame Blade (S-Rank) ➝ Gifted to Vaidehi
🛡 Bhugol Spear (S-Rank) ➝ Passed to Yug
"Satya… all my magic… my time… my will… I give to you."
"Protect my daughter. Protect my son. Protect Bharat."
And with a smile, he faded into the divine aether.
Sealed from this world.
But not from Bharat.
✨ Awakening of the Garud Vessel ✨
Satya gasped as power exploded through every nerve.
His body began to rise—levitating, surrounded by spiraling embers and lightning-infused wind.
His hair, once messy and ordinary, now flowed like an untamed firestorm—pure black with streaks of glowing crimson and icy silver, whipping around him as if resisting gravity itself.
His eyes had transformed—one now glowed a deep, molten gold, the other a sharp glacial blue. Arcane symbols danced in their irises, ancient scripts in constant motion. They weren't just eyes anymore—they were divine warnings, gazes that pierced past flesh into fate itself.
His torso lay bare, sculpted like a divine warrior from lost times—lean, powerful, etched by pain and purpose. Across his chest, shoulders, and both arms, ancient Garud tattoos pulsed—black, feathered, tribal, sacred. They burned with fire, glowed with healing light, swirled with water, and were carved by wind. Each movement of his breath whispered elemental hymns across the battlefield.
Instead of a shirt, he wore nothing—allowing the full glory of his transformation to blaze openly. Over his lower half, a black dhoti, edged in glowing runes, flowed like ink in the wind. Silver armor plates, fused into the cloth, shimmered with embedded sigils of the Old Gods—protective, celestial, light as air, strong as time.
Behind him erupted the Spectral Wings of Garud—Not made of feathers, but of divine flame, black ash, and pure elemental energy. They roared as they unfurled, spanning wider than the battlefield, casting firelight over the ruins. A divine stormbird, reborn.
His aura no longer felt human. It shimmered, cracked, and expanded—like a living volcano cloaked in a blizzard, calm yet threatening to shatter the world. Each pulse in his veins thundered like a war drum. The winds circled him not as servants, but as worshippers.
Satya no longer looked like a boy.He looked like a celestial weapon, forged in loss, tempered in love, awakened by legacy.
A vessel of forgotten fury.The spark of revolution.
Ravanox, even while time-locked, noticed.
"…Interesting."
The disciple had risen.And a new war had begun.