General Moon Gyu stood amidst the smoldering ruins of her granaries, the scent of burnt grain and scorched bronze heavy in the air. She realized that Indra was not playing the game of kings; he was playing the game of extinction. If she continued a war of attrition, her million-man army would starve before they ever saw the gates of Ohm.
"Enough!" she screamed across the neutral ground between the camps. "Indra of Ohm! Stop hiding behind mirrors and fire! Face me in the circle of honor, or be known as a coward who can only fight shadows!"
Indra stepped forward from his line of commoners. He didn't hesitate. To him, a 1v1 was simply a more efficient way to remove an obstacle.
The Circle of Treachery
They met in a clearing at the edge of the Weeling woods. Moon Gyu wore light, flexible lamellar armor, her twin blades—the Shamsher style—resting easily in her hands. Indra carried only his black spear.
As the duel began, Moon Gyu's grace was terrifying. She utilized the Mandalavarta—a circular footwork pattern designed to confuse the opponent's sense of distance. But as they clashed, it became clear she had no intention of fighting fairly.
Hidden beneath her wrist guards were small pressurized canisters of Chilli Powder and Iron Filings. During a close exchange, she parried Indra's spear high and blew the blinding dust directly into his face.
The commoners gasped, but Indra didn't blink. Having trained for months with a blindfold in the deep forests of Ohm, his ears and skin told him more than his eyes ever could. He felt the shift in the wind as Moon Gyu lunged for his throat. He pivoted on his heel, the black spear shaft whipping around to crack against her ribs.
Frustrated, Moon Gyu triggered her second trap. The ground where they fought had been pre-set by her scouts with hidden pressure plates. As Indra stepped forward to deliver a finishing blow, she stepped on a toggle, and three spring-loaded poisoned daggers shot up from the dirt toward Indra's lead leg.
Indra performed a feat of agility that defied human limits. He used his spear as a vaulting pole, launching himself six feet into the air. While mid-air, he spun like a cyclone—the Chakra-Gati—and brought the leaf-shaped blade of his spear down with the force of a falling mountain.
The End of the Moon
Moon Gyu crossed her blades to catch the strike, but she had underestimated the "Revenant's" strength. Indra's spear didn't just hit her swords; it shattered them. The meteorite steel of the black spear sheared through her Gamma-forged blades as if they were glass.
The point of the spear stopped exactly one inch from her throat. Moon Gyu fell to her knees, coughing blood, her hands trembling from the vibration of the impact.
"Why?" she whispered, looking up at the emotionless boy. "I used the poisons... the traps... the blinding dust. You should be dead."
Indra looked down at her, his eyes reflecting the cold stars. "You fought to win a duel," he said flatly. "I fought to erase a variable. Your cheating was a calculation I had already solved at the age of twelve."
He didn't show mercy, but he didn't show cruelty either. With a swift, surgical thrust, he ended the life of the Gamma Empire's greatest female general.
As Moon Gyu's body went limp, the Gamma soldiers watching from the treeline fell into a deathly silence. Their "Fist" had been broken. Their food was gone. Their commander was dead.
Indra wiped a single drop of blood from his cheek—the iron filings had scratched him, but nothing more. He turned to his commoners, who were cheering so loud the earth shook.
"Burn the rest of the camp," Indra commanded. "We move to the Theta Mountains tomorrow. I want to see if Veda is still alive."
He beheaded Moon gyu and proceeds him campaign