The battlefield had gone silent after the first rift collapsed. The dust hadn't even settled, but destiny had other plans.
The sky split open—again.
A second rift, far larger than the last, ripped into existence like the universe itself was screaming. But this wasn't a Gate—it was a Realm, a twisted, breathing world that had once been divine.
Oorja's voice trembled in Satya's mind.
"This… isn't just a Gate. This is a World Heart—the core of a 7-Star Gate. We're inside a sealed dominion."
Before anyone could react, the team was dragged inward, their bodies turned weightless, souls tethered to flame and fury. The world they fell into was a sunken capital—once holy, now desecrated.
🔥 Realm of the Endless Flame – The Broken Capital
The sky above them bled fire. Chains the size of mountains floated mid-air, suspending temples carved in obsidian. Lava flowed sideways. Reality fractured at every corner—time bent unnaturally. Monoliths hummed ancient mantras warped into screams.
They stood at the edge of a ruined palace.
The wind carried voices of the damned.
Satya stood slowly. Blood dripped from his nose. His fingers trembled, not from fear, but pressure. The very laws of nature didn't function here.
"What is this place?" he asked.
Oorja floated beside him, flickering dimly.
"The final battleground of the Old Protectors… before they were turned into monsters. Before they became The Demon Keepers."
🩸 The Keepers of the Broken Flame
1. Karadosh – The Twin-Souled Blade
Once a samurai-poet who served the royal line of Avighna. When his wife was cursed to die, he offered half his soul to the gods to delay her death. The gods took the offer—but never returned it.
Now Karadosh walks in rune-inscribed armor, his face hidden behind a demon's mask. His sword is sentient, forged from his guilt. Each swing slices through not just flesh—but fate itself.
He speaks only in verses. His six glowing eyes see multiple futures.
2. Raghnor – The Ash Monk
The Himalayas once whispered his name with reverence. A peaceful monk whose chants healed wounds and calmed storms. Until one day, a faction of corrupted Paladins raided his monastery, burning everything.
He begged gods. No answer came. The Gate did.
Now he fights shirtless, muscle stacked like iron slabs, with flaming runes carved into his skin. Every punch cracks the earth. His laugh echoes like thunder through hellfire.
3. Velissara – The Ninth Dream
A scholar who solved the Final Riddle of Time. The result? Her body was cursed to exist across timelines.
She exists in every moment—past, future, and present—simultaneously.
Now she floats above the ground, her robe stitched with time-runes, her voice a constant riddle. Her attacks come before you act. Her movements feel like déjà vu repeating forever.
⚔️ The Demon Keepers Descend
They didn't walk. They materialized.
Karadosh's sword hummed with sorrow. "You carry a cursed fire," he said to Satya. "You are not ready."
Raghnor cracked his knuckles, eyes burning. "I like loud ones. Who wants to be first?"
Velissara blinked across ten places. "One of you has already died. I just haven't seen which."
The air snapped. Battle ignited.
🟥 SATYA vs. KARADOSH — The Awakening of the Monarch 🟥
Karadosh struck first—vanishing into afterimages. Satya barely dodged. His flame chakrams shattered on contact.
"You aren't fighting me," Karadosh whispered. "You're fighting the version of yourself who already failed."
Blood spurted from Satya's shoulder. He grit his teeth.
He activated everything. Flame daggers. Burning trails. Strategic footwork. Nothing worked.
Karadosh was too perfect. Every slash anticipated Satya's thoughts.
Satya fell, blade inches from his heart.
And then—
"System Notification: You Have Unlocked [Monarch's Touch]."
A burning sigil etched itself into Satya's palm. But it wasn't just flame—it was authority. Not the power to destroy—but to rewrite positions and control battlefield space.
The ground shook.
"What is this…?" Karadosh whispered.
Satya rose slowly.
With one flick of his palm, Karadosh's sword teleported away—appearing miles in the air.
Satya twisted his wrist.
Karadosh himself floated, limbs flailing—no longer touching the ground.
"This is Monarch's Touch," Satya growled. "And I decide where you stand."
He blinked—and teleported beside Karadosh mid-air, flame chakram forming in hand. He slammed it into Karadosh's chest, sending the Keeper crashing into a suspended temple.
One snap of Satya's fingers—every broken blade on the battlefield flew into the air, swirling around him like orbiting stars.
He flung them forward—all targeted strikes.
Karadosh gasped.
"You've… mastered it already…"
And he disintegrated into a peaceful storm of light and poetry.
🟨 VAIDEHI & YUG vs. RAGHNOR – The Monk of Wrath 🟨
Raghnor charged like a burning storm. Yug blocked his path with earthen walls—shattered with one punch.
Vaidehi launched darkwater strikes infused with mythic shadows—Raghnor absorbed them with his runes and laughed harder.
He grabbed Yug by the leg, slamming him into stone.
Then Vaidehi.
"All of you were born weak!" he screamed. "You worship peace. I worship fire!"
He lifted Vaidehi by the neck, ready to crush her skull—
But suddenly, her body vanished.
Satya stood across the battlefield, arm extended, sigil burning. "Monarch's Touch: Emergency Teleport."
Raghnor turned—just in time for Satya to appear behind him.
With both arms extended, Satya lifted the monk mid-air without touching him, his body glowing like a constellation held in gravity's hand.
"You were peace once," Satya said, "You deserve to return to it."
He clenched his fist.
Chains of flame erupted from the air, binding Raghnor.
With a final chant, Satya compressed the air—gravity, heat, memory—all folding in.
Raghnor gave one last smile.
"I remember… the silence."
🟪 VAYUNANDA vs. VELISSARA – Dreamkiller 🟪
Velissara was not a fighter—she was a phenomenon.
She moved before Vayunanda could even blink. Wounds appeared before she attacked.
"You are a glitch," she whispered. "I am all timelines."
Vayunanda closed his eyes. And smiled.
"I don't need time," he said. "I just need faith."
He dropped his blade. It was a trap. Velissara attacked—
Too late.
She stepped into a Monarch-controlled field, cast by Satya from afar. A domain of stillness.
And for the first time in her life—
She froze.
She whispered, "Will I dream again?"
And vanished into light.
🔚 Aftermath
The Gate cracked. Flames slowed. The capital of despair began to collapse.
Satya fell to his knees. The Monarch's sigil still glowed.
Vaidehi grabbed his hand. "How… how did you do all that?"
He looked up, eyes glowing with power and exhaustion.
"I stopped waiting for miracles. I became one."
Oorja's voice returned, barely a whisper.
"You weren't supposed to win this battle."
"Then maybe it's time destiny learns who's in charge."
The world trembled. The Gate collapsed behind them.
The flames whispered his name.