Unshaken by Power
As Ravihiro and his team stepped into the grand meeting hall of Asura Prime, they were met with an overwhelming presence.
Hundreds of heroes from across the world sat in an oval-shaped colosseum, their eyes filled with curiosity, challenge, and authority. The energy in the room was dense—each hero releasing their own pressure, testing those who entered.
The air grew heavy, vibrating with divine power.
Ravihiro and his team stood firm.
No one flinched.
While many of the heroes present were used to dominating others with their auras, Ravihiro and his companions remained completely unaffected—as if the weight of the world meant nothing to them.
This silence was unsettling.
Then, before anyone could react—
BOOM!
A sudden shockwave blasted through the room.
It came from Kalki.
The child of Haruno and Huo Tang, despite his young age, had just released his aura—a golden force bursting forth like a raging storm. He is at the 6 stage of cultivation The air cracked, the floor trembled, and many of the heroes staggered, some even falling to their knees.
"Tch, weaklings." Kalki smirked.
The murmurs around the hall grew. Who was this child? How could he possess such monstrous power?
Sensing the tension, Haruno flicked Kalki's forehead. "Behave."
Kalki rubbed his head, pouting.
Ravihiro and his team moved forward, ignoring the stunned expressions, and took their seats at a long circular table in the center of the hall. At the head of the table sat a towering man—his crimson robe embroidered with golden runes, his piercing eyes scanning the room like a ruler among warriors.
The leader of the Sky Demon Sect.
Rumina's father.
He sat grinning, enjoying the chaos his daughter's husband and their allies had caused.
Then, the introductions began.
The Avatars of Power
A tall American man, with blond hair and golden wings, stood up. His presence radiated divine light, and his deep voice boomed across the hall.
"I am Danny,the American hero, and the chosenavatar of Archangel Michael. My purpose is to cleanse this world of evil."
Next, a striking woman with Egyptian features and piercing golden eyes rose. She wore royal black robes, and in her hand, she held a golden staff shaped like a jackal's head.
"I am Cleopatra, avatar of Anubis, the Egyptian God of Death. I bring judgment upon the souls of the wicked."
A Japanese warrior, his body wrapped in an ornate samurai armor, stood with a calm yet terrifying presence. His katana pulsed with dark energy.
"I am Wong Lie, the avatar of Tsukuyomi, the Moon God. My blade brings balance to night and day."
A Chinese hero in crimson robes, his long black hair flowing, stepped forward. His eyes shone like burning jade.
"I am Cheng Xuan, avatar of Lei Gong, the God of Thunder. My wrath strikes like lightning."
From Korea, a warrior dressed in black battle armor, his presence like a silent storm, stood with arms crossed.
"I am Sung Jin, avatar of Hwanung, the Heavenly King. I fight for the divine rule of mankind."
Then, a mysterious figure rose from the shadows.
He wore a silver mask, covering his entire face. His presence was silent, but oppressive—like the darkness itself bowed before him. His voice was deep, calculated, and chilling.
"I am ???, avatar of ???. My name does not matter, only my purpose."
Many heroes turned to look at him with suspicion. He's a mystery even in the heros
Finally, a young Indian man with a massive physique, his muscles like carved steel, rose to his feet. His aura was heavy, overwhelming, carrying the spirit of a warrior long forgotten.
"I am Rudra, the Indian hero, and the avatar of Bheem, the strongest warrior of the Pandavas. I seek battle, for battle is truth."
Then, the eyes turned toward Ravihiro.
He leaned back, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, completely unfazed by the divine figures around him.
"And you?" Danny asked.
Ravihiro says calmly. "I am Ravihiro. Avatar of no one."
A murmur swept through the hall.
"No one?" Cleopatra's gaze sharpened. "Then what gives you the power to stand among us?"
Ravihiro tilted his head, amused.
And than asks them who was the who killed the "herald of Viroshis"
There face were silent
"Do I need to be 'chosen' to be strong?"
The silence that followed was heavier than any pressure released earlier.
The Questions
The heroes were unsettled. A man with no divine heritage—yet unfazed by their strength? This was unheard of.
The questions began.
1. "If you are not an avatar, then what are you?"
"Just a wanderer."
2. "How did you reach such strength without divine intervention?"
"I walked my own path."
3. "What is your purpose here?"
"Hunt "
4. "How did you defeat the enemies that we struggled against?"
"Skill."
( By author
To tell you the truth Ravihiro is nervous right as he is introvert and is saying anything coming out of his mouth)
The heroes grew frustrated. Ravihiro's answers were simple, yet carried more weight than any explanation they could expect.
Rumina chuckled softly beside him, enjoying the tension her husband was causing.
"Aren't you enjoying this a little too much?" she whispered.
Ravihiro said nothing.
(Ravihiro in mind just kill me )
Then, as another hero was about to ask a question—
BAM!
Rudra suddenly stood up, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Ravihiro." His voice was deep, serious.
"You're lying, aren't you?"
The room fell into complete silence.
Ravihiro's expression remained unreadable.
Rudra's fists clenched.
"You are not just some wanderer. You... you are something more, aren't you?"
"And I'm going to find out exactly what you're hiding."
The tension in the air became suffocating.
To be continued…