Silence.
The battlefield, once drowned in chaos, now held a heavy, unnatural stillness.
Not a breath. Not a whisper.
Everyone knew: one wrong move could mean death—swift and silent—before they even realized it.
Power gathered.
Six divine energies and one draconic force permeated the sacred land of the Hindu pantheon.
The pressure was immense—suffocating.
Even a major god could have perished simply by standing too close.
Yet among these seven titanic presences, two stood above the rest:
Shiva and Ophis.
Their power dominated the field, their overwhelming presence nearly snuffing out the others.
Shiva spoke—not with fury, nor with malice.
His voice was calm. Dangerously calm.
"Brahma. Vishnu. Shakti. Lakshmi. Saraswati—initiate the plan."
The gods answered.
Brahma's face, once kind and fatherly, now burned with divine fury.
The God of Creation radiated righteous wrath.
Vishnu, once relaxed and easygoing, now stood like a sword unsheathed—no longer the nurturer, but the executioner, ready to strike without hesitation.
Three of them moved—as one.
"I AM THE ONE WHO CREATES. THAT IS MY DIVINE RIGHT, FOR I AM THE CREATOR GOD—BRAHMA. AND I SHALL CREATE!"
As Lord Brahma spoke, the battlefield changed.
Every god present reached out with their divine senses, trying to connect to the world around them.
But they found nothing.
No anchor. No link to the reality they knew.
Then realization struck.
Brahma hadn't simply created a battlefield.
He had created an entirely new universe.
Before they could even fully comprehend it, another voice followed.
"I AM THE PRESERVER OF THE UNIVERSE. THAT IS MY DIVINE RIGHT, FOR I AM GOD VISHNU. AND I SHALL PRESERVE—AND PROTECT!"
Lord Vishnu's essence spread across the newborn universe, weaving an impenetrable shield around it.
Unbreakable. Eternal. Absolute.
No force, mortal or divine, could hope to pierce it.
The heavens trembled once more.
"I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF THE UNIVERSE'S POWER. THAT IS MY DIVINE RIGHT, FOR I AM GODDESS SHAKTI. AND I SHALL BECOME POWER ITSELF!"
At her command, the universe stirred.
The strength of mountains, the fury of storms, the might of gods—all surged into every living being.
The very fabric of existence pulsed with newfound force.
Yet it wasn't over.
"I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF ALL KNOWLEDGE WITHIN THE UNIVERSE. THAT IS MY DIVINE RIGHT, FOR I AM GODDESS SARASWATI. AND I SHALL BECOME KNOWLEDGE!"
As Lady Saraswati's words echoed, a tidal wave of wisdom swept across creation.
Every mind sharpened.
Secrets whispered themselves into the souls of gods and mortals alike.
And then, a final voice filled the cosmos.
"I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF WEALTH IN THE UNIVERSE. THAT IS MY DIVINE RIGHT, FOR I AM GODDESS LAKSHMI. AND I SHALL BECOME ABUNDANCE!"
At Lakshmi's decree, vitality and prosperity overflowed.
Energy coursed through every vessel, perfecting bodies, strengthening spirits, completing the divine work of creation.
Shiva turned his gaze to Ophis.
"It seems," he said, his voice carrying the weight of inevitability, "the stage is set for our battle."
In that moment, we understood.
This place—the newborn universe, the empowerment, the shields—it wasn't crafted for conquest.
It was built for survival.
Every action Brahma, Vishnu, Shakti, Saraswati, and Lakshmi had taken was not to secure victory.
It was to forge a battlefield strong enough to withstand the clash of two primordial forces—
Shiva, the Destroyer of Worlds, and
Ophis, the Infinite Dragon of Nothingness.
In any lesser realm, existence itself would have been obliterated.
Now, it was clear:
We were not warriors in this war.
We were merely witnesses—standing before powers too vast, too ancient to comprehend.
And the first step had just been taken.
Ophis said nothing.
She had no interest in gods, worlds, or the countless beings around her.
Only one thing mattered:
Killing Shiva.
Victory meant seizing his divine explosion of power, bending it, and forging a new Dragon God—
One born from destruction itself.
Nothing else mattered.
Not life.
Not death.
Only the birth of a new sovereign of the void.
She moved.
Deadly precision, infinite emptiness, and force combined into a paradox made real.
Her speed was so vast that even the sharpest divine senses barely registered her movement.
To mortal eyes, she didn't move at all—only the aftermath was visible.
Reality itself buckled around her.
Time twisted and howled in her wake.
The battlefield groaned under the pressure of her assault.
The very laws holding this new universe together strained and frayed.
And yet, Ophis moved—not with anger, not with hatred, but with cold, absolute certainty.
Her target was clear.
Lord Shiva.
He met her charge with equal force.
His third eye opened fully, and divine energy poured from him like an endless ocean.
With every breath Shiva took, the fabric of reality trembled.
Sacred flames burned the very air around him.
The ground beneath cracked—not mere stone, but the foundation of a divine world.
Ophis, the force of nothingness.
Shiva, the force of unstoppable destruction.
When their powers collided, the universe itself cried out.
The shockwaves shattered mountains, split oceans, tore holes in the heavens.
Space bent.
Time bled.
For one terrible moment, it seemed even the gods' creation would crumble.
But Brahma, Vishnu, Shakti, Saraswati, and Lakshmi stood firm—repairing reality faster than it could break.
Even so, gods in distant realms fell to their knees.
Some averted their eyes, unable to withstand the truth of what they witnessed.
This was no battle between mere beings.
It was a collision between existence and void, between creation and annihilation.
And neither was willing to fall.
As we witnessed the beginning—and the end—of their clash, we realized a painful truth:
In the face of true power, we were nothing but ants.
Most beings could not understand the level of battle taking place.
Each movement they made reshaped the world around them as though it were nothing.
The more they fought, the more powerful they became—
And that made every witness more terrified.
We thought the fight would continue endlessly like this.
But Shiva did something unexpected.
He began to dance.
Most among the other factions could not understand what he was doing—But the Hindu pantheon looked terrified.
And Ophis…
She began to transform.
Her body twisted into a jointed, serpent-like dragon.
A hollow creature—empty inside.
A manifestation of the void given form.
The Dance of Destruction had begun.
Shiva's feet moved with divine rhythm, each step resonating across the newborn universe like a cosmic drumbeat.
To the untrained eye, it was graceful—almost beautiful.
But to the gods, it was the beginning of the end.
Tandava.
The Celestial Dance.
A movement that echoed through time and space, symbolizing creation, preservation, and—most terrifying of all—destruction.
As Shiva danced through destruction, tearing at the very threads of existence with each movement, she felt it again.
The feeling of death.
Not imagined. Not theoretical.
Real. Present. Inevitable.
Only two beings had ever stirred this sensation within her—Great Red and the Beast of 666. Titans of unimaginable power, she had clashed with both and endured.
From those battles, Ophis had learned to recognize the rare presence of true equals.
And she understood—Shiva was no weaker than them.
Perhaps, in his own way, he was even more terrifying.
The meaning of this battle had shifted.
Before, Ophis had fought without risk. Without fear.
Her death was never on the table.
But now—it was.
Any other being would have recognized the danger and retreated, valuing survival over pride.
But Ophis was no ordinary being.
She was a Dragon God—a creature of void, silence, and infinite will.
And if one understood even a fraction of what a dragon truly was, they would know: dragons do not yield.
They do not bend.
They do not run.
They fight.
Until there is nothing left—of the enemy, or of themselves.
As Ophis once again attacked Shiva, Shiva retaliated with the same force.
But their attacks never touched each other.
Because in the middle of them stood a man with silver hair, dark skin, wearing black armor and a red shroud.
Once the man was fully revealed, everyone couldn't believe who stood between them.
it was the Red guardian.
The man who lead the human to rebellion against the God's centuries ago.
Seeing him ophis is the one who spoke first " what are you doing here guardian this battle does not concern you this affair doesn't involve human's"
"No it does two of fighting is destroying even the main universe and humans live that why it concerns me" red guardian spoke with with heat in his voice.
"Guardian i will stop but if ophis her self stops" shiva said with claim voice.
"Ophis"
"I will not i started this war for a reason until i get what I want, i will not stop." Ophis said in a dead serious voice.
" Is he the one who told you, you can create a dragon god by destroying Hindu pantheon " as those words were said red guardian toaster body near ophis.
"You can read his memories and see what he was truly planning "
Looking at the dead body ophis didn't react she just send one of the snake into the body and read his memories more reads more furious she became.
And her anger was so strong that she might go on a rampage right now.
"I want his soul," she demanded.
> "Take it. Do whatever you want."
With that, Ophis seized the soul and vanished.
Shiva watched her leave, then turned to the Red Guardian.
"I allowed her to go. But the rest... they are not leaving."
"I don't care about them," the Guardian said coldly."The only reason I came was because if you and Ophis kept fighting… the world would have ended."
After saying he left.