**BOOOOOOM!**
The world **shook.**
Vinay stood in the center of the battlefield, **a god among mortals.** His aura, a storm of golden and crimson energy, **warped reality itself.** The land beneath him cracked, unable to withstand the sheer force of his presence. The sky twisted, darkened—**as if the heavens themselves feared him.**
Across from him, **Thane, Karael, and Elyas stood bloodied, broken—but unbowed.**
Karael wiped the blood from his lips, grinning. **"Damn, this guy is something else."**
Elyas steadied his stance. **"We are running out of options."**
Thane exhaled, his body trembling from exhaustion. **"We don't need options. We just need time."**
Vinay chuckled, his voice deep, resonant—**divine.**
"You three amuse me," he said. "But amusement alone will not spare you."
Then—**he vanished.**
**A gust of wind.**
**A flicker of light.**
And then—**Vinay appeared behind Thane.**
**CRACK!**
A devastating punch sent Thane skidding backward, his body crashing through shattered ruins.
Karael reacted instantly, his fist coated in pure energy as he swung—
But Vinay caught his punch **with two fingers.**
Karael's eyes widened. **Impossible.**
Vinay smirked. **"Predictable."**
And then—
**BOOOM!**
Karael was launched into the sky, his body engulfed in flames as Vinay's counterattack sent him spiraling toward the heavens.
Elyas moved in next, his sword glowing with radiant power—**a strike fast enough to cut through light itself!**
But—
**CLANG!**
Vinay stopped the blade **with his palm.**
Elyas' heart pounded. **No way…**
Vinay **tightened his grip.**
**SNAP!**
The sword **shattered.**
Elyas' breath caught in his throat.
And then—
**BOOOOOM!**
A single **punch to the gut** sent him flying backward, coughing blood.
Thane, Karael, and Elyas **collapsed.**
Vinay floated above them, his aura expanding, his power limitless.
**"This is the difference between us."**
The battlefield—**once a land of warriors—was now a wasteland.**
From the ruins of the palace, **Manav watched.**
His face was **blank. Emotionless.**
His mind? **Calculating.**
He had already foreseen this. The destruction, the chaos, the overwhelming power Vinay wielded—**none of it surprised him.**
He clasped his hands behind his back.
_"Just a little longer,"_ he thought.
_"They will arrive soon."_
And when they did—**everything would change.**
Far from the chaos, **three figures raced through the ruined land.**
Ryan Jim.
Dain.
Liora.
Their wounds had healed. Their bodies were ready. Their spirits burned with purpose.
Ryan Jim clenched his fists, his aura flickering around him. **"We're late."**
Dain exhaled. **"Better late than never."**
Liora's gaze was sharp. **"We need to hurry."**
And so—**they surged forward.**
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
They could feel it now—**the sheer energy of the battle ahead.**
They could hear it—**the earth-shattering clashes of gods.**
They could see it—**the destruction, the ruins, the sky itself trembling.**
And as they closed the final distance—
They **arrived.**
The battlefield lay in ruins.
Vinay stood tall, his aura **burning like the sun.**
And before him—**Thane, Karael, and Elyas lay battered, exhausted, struggling to stand.**
For the first time, **Vinay smirked.**
**"This is over."**
But then—
**A gust of wind.**
A flicker of light.
A shift in the air—
And three figures **landed on the battlefield.**
Ryan Jim.
Dain.
Liora.
Their eyes **blazing.**
Their auras **flaring.**
Their presence **undeniable.**
Thane, barely standing, grinned.
Karael let out a breathless chuckle.
Elyas wiped the blood from his lips.
And together, **they smiled.**
**"Oh… you guys are back."**