Even before Guardian of cosmos could say anything, dream of Rohan broke and found himself in the reality. He turned around and found that his teammates were already in the war. He hurried and finds that Tina and team were struggling hard to defeat Sursa.
Sursa unleashed her powers and many demon minions emerged from the dark ground all well equipped with dark weapons. The ugly faces of the demons started to move towards the team, when Tina swiftly uses her sword and channeled a beam of spiritual energy towards the demons. The energy didn't bring any harm to the demons which left every one stun. Nitesh tried his energy by aiming his powerful disc towards the demons which again failed. Harry concentrated his powers on his divine weapon mudgar and aimed at the forwarding troops. But the weapon failed and returned back. Tina and team had to move back as they didn't expect the demons to be so strong and none of their divine weapons were useful.
One of the demons rose his shaft and rotated it in circular motion in the air creating a dark cloud which rained fired balls towards Tina & Team. In a quick response of defense Tina created a dome around them to protect themselves from the fire ball. Nitesh & Harry helped Tina to maintain the dome by channeling their powers .
It felt that their plan had failed and they would die here in the west. When demons were just a inch about to reach to Tina & team, a lightning sword came from no where and hit ground, it sparkled electric currents which were divine and electrocuted the demons into ashes. Tina, Nitesh and Harry were shocked to see the sword and identified it and collectively shouted "Vajrastra!".
"But how come this is here, Vajrastra is an ancient weapon which was used by protectors of Cosmos and this weapon was lost and was found only in the scriptures. The team gazes at the boy, his striking blue eyes shimmering like sapphires under the light. His long hair flows with shades of blue and white, reminiscent of a cascading waterfall. The blue lotus mark on his forehead adds an air of mystique, symbolizing purity and enlightenment. Clad in a dark blue traditional Jainboh and bare-chested, he exudes a captivating blend of elegance and strength.
Tina stepped closer, squinting in disbelief. The boy's features, so familiar yet transformed, finally clicked into place. "Rohan?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and joy. Rohan stood tall, his presence commanding attention as he slowly advanced toward Sursa. Her eyes flashing with dark energy, Sursa unleashed a wave of shadowy power towards Rohan. The air crackled as the dark tendrils surged forward, yet as they reached him, they dissipated like mist against sunlight. The blue lotus mark on his forehead glowed brighter, forming a protective barrier around him.
Rohan raised his hand and Vajrastra sword materialized in his hand again. He channels the sword towards Sursa. The Sword multiplies itself and starts to attack the demoness from every direction. Frustrated and also to save herself, Sursa starts to increase her mouth size and engulfing everything. Rohan with swift move starts to increase his swords size and channeling his energy strikes the mouth of the demoness from the head killing her.
Sunlight begins to stream down, illuminating the once shadowy landscape, the air grows lighter, filled with warmth and promise. The dark clouds, remnants of Sursa's chaotic power, dissolve into wisps, revealing a brilliant blue sky above. Rohan takes a deep breath, allowing the warmth of the sunlight to wash over him as he slowly reverts to his normal form. The tension in his muscles eases, and the towering swords fade back to their original size, resting gently at his sides.
Asura, fueled by the sting of his previous defeat at the hands of the mighty Phoenix guards, steeled himself for vengeance. "I will show them the true power of darkness!" With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a surge of dark energy, igniting the skies with a storm of black clouds that roiled and churned. Asura led his forces forward, determined to breach the celestial gates once and for all. He reached the gates of the Heavenly Realm, his dark army surging behind him like a tidal wave of shadows. The towering gates, shimmering with ethereal light, stood as a formidable barrier against the encroaching darkness. But at the forefront, a singular figure emerged—the mightiest of the Phoenix guards, its wings blazing with fiery brilliance.
With a fierce glare, he turned to his mages, dark figures cloaked in shadows. "Create a water whirlpool in the sky!" he commanded. "Distract the Phoenixes and give me an opening!"The mages nodded, their hands weaving intricate symbols in the air. They drew upon the dark waters of the abyss, summoning torrents of liquid energy that spiraled upward, coiling into a massive whirlpool.
With its body glowing like a burning star, the Phoenix hovered high in the sky. It screamed loudly and gathered all its energy into a single, enormous blast.
A bright, wild, power-filled ball of fire started to form at its chest. Then the Phoenixes let it go with a powerful wing-flap.
The fireball roared towards the ground, tearing through the clouds like a comet. The dark mages in Asura's army looked up too late. Others started chanting spells, while others attempted to raise magical shields, but nothing could halt the impending event. The fire hit with a thunderous boom, lighting up the battlefield. Flames exploded in every direction. The ground shook. Screams filled the air as the mages were swallowed by the fire. Their spells vanished, their bodies turned to ash.
Angered by the phoenixes wrath on his army, Asura unleashes his energy to open a dark portal in the clouds as a burning chain from the hell appeared and
Angered by the phoenixes wrath on his army as the flames of the Phoenix had taken too much from him. With a deep growl, he raised his hand toward the sky.
Dark clouds twisted above, rumbling with thunder. Suddenly, a swirling black portal tore open in the center of the storm. From it, a massive burning chain emerged—glowing red like molten metal and thick as a mountain tree trunk.
The chain lashed through the sky with terrifying speed. One by one, it coiled around the Phoenixes—each fiery clone caught in its powerful grip. The original Phoenix cried out, struggling to break free, but the chain burned with dark magic, draining their strength.
With a final pull, the chain yanked all the Phoenixes together, trapping them in the center of the sky like birds caught in a net.
Asura didn't stop there.
"Bind them in silence!" he roared.
At his command, the remaining mages raised their staffs. They chanted in unison, summoning a massive whirlpool of water that rose into the sky. It twisted like a serpent, coiling around the chained Phoenixes.
Steam hissed as water met fire, and the flames of the Phoenixes flickered weakly under the swirling prison. Trapped, weakened, and surrounded, the great bird of fire was now caged.
As the Phoenix lay trapped its flames weakened, its clones caged in chains and water, the skies above trembled. A deep echo rolled through the heavens, like a warning bell.
Then, with a flash of light, the Second Gate of Heaven shattered.
A glowing barrier cracked open and fell in pieces, scattering like stardust. Another layer of protection was gone. The path to the heart of the heavens now lay exposed.
Asura raised his arm, and his dark army moved forward. With the Phoenix defeated, they surged ahead, ready to bring ruin to the sacred skies.
But just as they crossed the broken gate, the wind shifted.
It came suddenly- warm, strong, and filled with ancient power. The clouds above split apart, not by Asura's magic, but by something far older and stronger.
From the light emerged a powerful creature.
The Qilin Dragon.
Its scales shimmered with colors that seemed to come from storms and stars. Horns twisted like bolts of lightning. Its golden eyes stared down at the dark army with calm fury.
Each step the Qilin took cracked the sky beneath it. It didn't roar—but the sound it made was deeper, like mountains crumbling or oceans colliding.
The soldiers stopped in their tracks.
Legends said the Qilin Dragon was the guardian of the heavens, the loyal companion of Heavenly King Sura—a being so strong that even the gods respected it. The Qilin only appeared when the heavens were truly in danger. Now, it stood between Asura and his path of destruction. Wings spread wide, the dragon lifted its head. Thunder rolled behind it, and the skies lit up with lightning.
On the other side of the battlefield, Tina raised her sword and said, "Harry, I now bestow upon you the title of Guardian of the West. The fate of the western lands lies in your hands. Clear the region of the remaining demon minions and restore peace."
Harry bowed with determination, gripping his Mudgar tightly. "I won't fail you." Meanwhile, Tina joined Nitesh and Rohan and marched towards the North accompanied by a legion of heavenly soldiers.
As Tina, Nitesh, and Rohan moved steadily toward the northern lands, the atmosphere grew colder. Snowflakes began to fall gently, though a sense of unease hung in the air like a storm waiting to break.
They rode in silence for a while, until Tina finally turned to Rohan, her voice soft but curious.
"Rohan," she said, "back in the last battle... something changed in you. You fought with a power I've never seen before. And that sword—Vajrastra—where did it come from?"
Nitesh glanced toward Rohan as well, clearly wondering the same.
Rohan didn't answer right away. His hand rested on the hilt of the glowing weapon strapped to his back. The blade shimmered with a faint golden light, pulsing like a heartbeat, even in the cold.
"I don't know how to explain it, It started with a dream," he said quietly. "I was standing in complete darkness," Rohan continued. "No sky, no ground. Just… silence. Then, from above, a voice called my name. I turned, and before me stood a figure made of stars—his form shifting like the cosmos itself. He had no face, but his presence was overwhelming. Calm… but powerful."
Tina's eyes widened. "The Guardian of the Cosmos?"
Rohan nodded. "He spoke without words, but I understood. He told me the heavens were in danger… that a time would come when light and shadow would tear the world apart. And in that moment, someone would need to carry the blade of the ancients."
"The Vajrastra," Nitesh whispered.
The next moment, I woke up—only I wasn't in my tent. I was already in the middle of the battlefield. And the sword was in my hand, glowing like a piece of the sun."
They all fell silent again, the weight of his words settling over them like the falling snow. Tina silently understands the gravity of the situation and decides to keep it down and acts normal.
They crossed shimmering rivers that sparkled under the sun, passed through golden plains where wildflowers danced in the wind, and rode by peaceful farms where villagers watched with hope in their eyes.
Everywhere they went, people paused to bow or wave, knowing that these warriors carried the strength of the heavens with them.
But the beauty slowly faded.
The further north they traveled, the colder the air became. The skies turned gray, and the land grew quiet. The trees became twisted and bare. Animals vanished from sight, and the once-soft wind carried an unnatural chill.
The snow here was no longer white, but stained with black ash. Rivers had frozen over, and dark smoke curled in the distance. Villages stood abandoned, their homes broken and burned. The earth itself seemed to groan beneath their feet.
At the peak of a jagged hill stood a towering fortress of black stone, surrounded by clouds that never moved. From its walls poured creatures of darkness—shadow beasts and twisted demons, patrolling the land below.
"This is it," Tina said grimly. "The northern region