The battlefield trembled as the **war between the Goodie Hunters and Vinay's forces escalated.**
Swords clashed. Blades carved through the air like streaks of lightning. Dust rose in violent swirls, and war cries drowned out the sounds of the dying.
This was **no longer a battle of strategy.**
It was **a war of raw power.**
And in the center of it all, **aura energy clashed like raging storms.**
From the Goodie Hunters' side, **their low-tier commanders charged forward.**
**Vikram, a commander with an aura that thickened the air around him, creating an invisible shield, led the charge.** His mere presence sent shockwaves through the battlefield, his aura crushing the ground beneath his feet.
Beside him, **Tasha, an aura user specializing in sound vibrations, manipulated the battlefield with invisible sonic pulses.**
And then there was **Gale, a dual-wielding fighter whose aura enhanced his agility, making him faster than the eye could track.**
On the other side, **Vinay's low-tier commanders stood tall.**
**Sorin, a brutal warrior whose aura gave him monstrous physical strength, crushed the earth with every step.**
**Ivar, a tactician whose aura allowed him to sense attacks before they happened, danced through the battlefield with eerie precision.**
And then—**Arhaan.**
The man who **stood still** amidst the chaos, his spear resting against his shoulder, **his aura swirling around him like a silent storm.**
The moment the two sides clashed, **the battlefield exploded.**
Vikram lunged at Sorin, their auras colliding in a clash of sheer brute force.
Tasha's sonic waves slammed into Ivar, but Ivar dodged each one effortlessly, predicting the vibrations before they struck.
And Gale—Gale found himself **facing Arhaan.**
He dashed forward, his aura-enhanced speed turning him into a blur.
His blades flashed—
**But they never reached their target.**
Because Arhaan had already moved.
With a single step, he appeared behind Gale.
No wasted movement.
No unnecessary force.
**Just pure efficiency.**
He **didn't even need to attack.**
Just his presence alone made Gale step back, a cold sweat running down his spine.
"Your aura…" Gale whispered. "It's… different."
Arhaan said nothing.
He merely **watched.**
And **then—there was Rudra.**
He had not moved.
Not once.
**And yet, every warrior on the battlefield felt his presence.**
Rudra, the **most mysterious commander of Vinay's army,** stood on the edges of the battlefield, his **dark cloak fluttering in the wind.**
His face was partially hidden in shadow, his **cold, unreadable eyes scanning the battlefield.**
He did not raise his weapon.
He did not activate his aura.
He simply **watched.**
And yet—**even the strongest warriors avoided his gaze.**
Because **they knew.**
They **felt it.**
Even without fighting, **Rudra was stronger than all of them.**
Dain, standing at a distance, caught sight of him and **froze.**
**Memories came flooding back.**
**A burning battlefield.**
**A monster standing before him.**
And then—**dark flames.**
An aura unlike anything he had ever seen.
It had swallowed everything in its path.
A powerful warrior—one of the strongest men to ever exist—had been erased in an instant.
And the one who had done it—
**Was Rudra.**
Dain clenched his fists.
He had survived that day, barely escaping with his life.
And now, **he saw the same Rudra standing on the battlefield once again.**
Watching.
Waiting.
**Unmoved.**
Dain swallowed hard.
**This man… This man was a monster.**
And yet—**he was hiding something.**
His aura… It was different now. **Muted. Controlled.**
Why wasn't he fighting?
Why wasn't he moving?
**Why was he just watching?**
Dain's gut twisted.
Rudra was powerful.
But Rudra was also **a mystery.**
And in war—**mysteries were the most dangerous of all.**
Far above the battlefield, in the distance, **Manav observed.**
His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable, **his eyes locked onto Rudra.**
**Fifteen years ago, he had met that boy.**
A twelve-year-old with **cold eyes, sharper than any blade.**
A boy who had already seen too much.
A boy who had rejected him.
**"Get lost,"** Rudra had said back then, his voice void of emotion.
And **Manav had left.**
But not without planting a seed.
Not without **whispering words into the boy's mind.**
Words that would slowly **shape him over time.**
Manav smirked slightly.
"Fifteen years," he muttered to himself. "And still… you refuse to show your true self."
But he knew.
**Rudra was not just watching.**
Rudra was **calculating.**
Waiting for the moment when he would strike.
And when that moment came—
**The battlefield would never be the same again.**