On Earth
The Indian Ocean—once vast, untamed, and free—was now a battlefield.
A massive stretch of the ocean had turned into a frozen wasteland. The ice reflected the dim sunlight, its surface littered with the corpses of both men and monsters. The once-mighty waves were now jagged glaciers, trapping entire warships in their grip.
Above the battlefield, chaos raged.
Explosions lit up the sky as energy blasts clashed. Soldiers screamed, their battle cries lost in the roar of war. India's greatest warriors—heroes, awakened ones, and legendary avatars—stood at the frontlines, leading the desperate defense.
But they were losing.
The Viroshis had launched an all-out invasion.
Twisted, monstrous beings covered in obsidian armor stormed the battlefield, wielding weapons forged from dark energy. Their numbers were overwhelming, their strength unnatural.
And leading them—
Was a Herald.
One of the Elders of the Viroshis.
He stood tall, his presence alone suffocating the battlefield. A being draped in midnight-black robes, with a horned helmet that obscured his face. His eyes glowed a deep, cursed blue, and every breath he took seemed to corrupt the very air around him.
When he spoke, his voice rumbled like an earthquake.
"Pathetic Earthling. You delay the inevitable."
He raised his hand. A black, pulsating sphere of energy formed above his palm—pure destruction condensed into a single attack.
The heroes braced themselves, their bodies battered and bloodied.
Among them, one warrior still stood tall.
A man with a muscular frame, his eyes burning with defiance. His battle scars spoke of countless wars fought, and the aura around him crackled with raw strength.
He was Ravihiro's younger brother.
The Avatar of Bheem.
(Can use only 10%of 1 power of Bheem)
Even with that, his strength was enough to rival most enemies. But against a Herald?
It was like standing before an unmovable mountain.
The Herald scoffed.
"Begone."
And he unleashed the attack.
A massive wave of black energy shot forward—large enough to consume the entire battlefield.
The heroes clenched their teeth. The soldiers shut their eyes.
They had fought bravely.
But this—
Was the end.
Then, it happened.
A sudden shockwave ripped through the battlefield.
A blinding explosion of golden energy erupted in the air.
The Herald's attack—vanished.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
The soldiers—both friend and foe—stared in confusion.
The black energy that was supposed to erase everything was gone.
Even the Herald froze.
"Impossible…"
Smoke covered the battlefield, obscuring everything. The air was filled with tension as everyone—both Viroshis and warriors—tried to understand what had just happened.
Then—
A sound.
A deep, thunderous hum.
From above, something emerged from the clouds.
A colossal warship—one unlike anything ever seen before.
It shimmered with divine formations, covered in ancient engravings and symbols glowing in gold and crimson.
It had descended from the void itself.
The Sky Demon Sect had arrived.
The soldiers of India looked up in disbelief.
The heroes, barely conscious, stared at the ship, their hearts pounding.
The Herald's eyes narrowed.
"This presence… What is this?!"
Then—
From within the smoke…
A shadow began to take form.
A single figure stood amidst the frozen battlefield.
His silhouette sharpened as the smoke slowly faded—
And for the first time in years…
They saw him.
Ravihiro.
Standing tall, his long black coat swayed in the cold wind. His sword rested lazily in his grip, glowing with an ominous, dark aura. His Ryugan eyes flickered, glowing a deep red.
The battlefield froze.
The heroes and soldiers nobody recognized him…
Felt their hearts stop.
They don't know who he is
But now—
And though is he an enemy or foe
A Moment of Absolute Silence
The Herald stared at him, his gaze unreadable.
The Viroshis hesitated.
The Indian army didn't know whether to cheer or collapse from exhaustion.
And among the heroes—
Ravihiro's brother stepped forward.
His body was shaking, whether from exhaustion or something else entirely—he didn't know.
"You…?"
His voice was barely a whisper.
But Ravihiro's gaze did not waver.
He turned slightly, his crimson eyes locking onto his brother.
And then—
The entire war changed.