Chapter 31- Battle for West (Mortal Realm)

After a day of much-needed rest and recuperation, Tina gathered her companions—Harry, Nitesh, Monica, and Rohan.

"Monica," Tina began, her voice carrying the weight of authority tempered with warmth, "your skill and your unwavering dedication make you the perfect choice to safeguard the south region from any remnants of demons that may still linger."

Tina's decision to appoint Monica as the guardian of the south region was met with unanimous approval. With Monica entrusted to safeguard the south, Tina, Nitesh, Harry, and Rohan set their sights on the west, determined to free it from the lingering clutches of demons. Nitesh, the strategist, began to outline their approach. "We need to assess the situation carefully," he advised, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "Understanding the enemy's strengths and weaknesses will be crucial."

Currently West was under the clutches of demoness which holds great dark powers and ancient Magic, Sursa. She has power to grow herself any number of times and can engulf almost whole earth. Tina and team were reading ancient scrolls to find out her weakness and kill her at once. While Rohan sat a bit far and looked worried. 

Tina sees Rohan all stressed up and worried, she sits near Rohan and tells him not to worry about Avyaan as she had send celestial troops to find whereabouts of him. Meanwhile celestial soldiers materialize in front of Tina and Rohan. 

They greet her and give set of clothes which they found in the cave of the forest. Soldiers informed Tina that they couldn't trace Avyaan's location and found only his clothes in there. Rohan heard the conversation and tears rolled down his cheeks. Tina asks soldiers to depart and she sat near Rohan to console him. 

Tina says Rohan that Avyaan is alright and nothing has happened to him. Rohan started to weep and hugged Tina. "He said that he will protect me and will never leave this time. Now see what happened he is not be found, he doesn't know about past lives and he doesn't have powers to fight with demons. I think some demon lured him and killed him" weeped Rohan. 

Tina asserts Rohan that she will use Mirror of Dimension to find the exact location of Avyaan. Rohan looks up to Tina as she moves her hand in the air and a dazzling mirror materializes in front of her. She bestowed the mirror and then uses the clothes of Avyaan to find the exact location of him . Even after several attempts they failed to get the location as mirror of dimension went blank. 

Tina Claims that there are only two posibilities of Mirror going blank is that the soul of Avyaan has been scattered and can't be traced or else someone doesn't want us to know his location. Tina consoles Rohan and tells him that she will find Avyaan post capturing mortal Realm from the demons. 

On the other hand, Asura and his army were facing the great Phoenix, a majestic creature that radiated flames as bright as the sun. Its wings spread wide, casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield, while its eyes glinted with ancient wisdom and fierce determination. The Phoenix guarded the doors of the Celestial Realm. The air crackled with tension as the Phoenix let out a piercing cry, sending waves of heat that rippled through the ranks of Asura's army. The Phoenix launched itself into the sky, a brilliant explosion of colors and flames. Asura raised his hand, signaling his archers to prepare their arrows, while his mages began to chant incantations, drawing on the very essence of the elements. With a sudden, thunderous beat of its wings, Phoenix descended like a comet, unleashing a torrent of flames that engulfed the battlefield.

Warriors scrambled to raise their defenses, magic shields shimmering into existence as they braced for impact. But the inferno was relentless, roaring through the ranks, consuming everything in its path.

Asura gritted his teeth, as he could not afford to falter now. Drawing upon his inner strength, he focused his energy, channeling it into a massive barrier that shimmered with a radiant blue light. As the flames clashed against his shield, they hissed and crackled, the heat searing but unable to breach his defenses.

Mages quickly regrouped, unleashing torrents of water and gusts of wind to combat the relentless fire. Arrows rained down, some ignited by the Phoenix's flames but many finding their mark, striking the creature's feathers and drawing its attention.

Asura, feeling the surge of determination rise within him, gripped his sword tightly. With a fierce cry, he summoned the energy coursing through his body and focused it into his weapon. The blade began to glow with dark energy, shimmering with power as he thrust it forward.

"By my will, I command you!" he shouted, sending the sword soaring through the air like a comet. It sliced through the heat waves, aimed directly at the Phoenix. The creature, still reeling from the barrage of arrows and magic, turned to confront this new threat.

The sword arced gracefully, a streak of brilliance against the darkening sky. Asura watched. The Phoenix, sensing the impending strike, flared its wings and prepared to retaliate.

But Asura had anticipated this channeling more of his power, he unleashed a shockwave of energy that pulsed through the battlefield, momentarily stunning the Phoenix. The sword struck true, embedding itself in the Phoenix's fiery plumage.

A blinding flash erupted, and the ground trembled as the creature let out a deafening cry. Flames erupted around the wound, but the Phoenix's power was far from extinguished. It flapped its wings furiously, shaking off the attack, but Asura's strike had not gone unnoticed—it had left a mark.

"Now!" Asura shouted, rallying his army. With renewed vigor, his army surged forward, pressing the advantage while the Phoenix reeled from the blow. Mages conjured torrents of water and wind to douse the flames, while minions followed in with their weapons, ready to strike.

With a furious screech that echoed across the battlefield, the Phoenix gathered its energy, channeling the raw power of the flames around it. In a brilliant flash of light, clones of the magnificent creature materialized, identical in every way, and with it came a surge of heat that threatened to overwhelm Asura's forces.

Asura's heart sank as he realized the Phoenix had unleashed its utmost strength. The clones soared into the air, circling above like a fiery storm, before diving toward the troops from all sides. The air crackled with energy as they unleashed a barrage of fireballs, raining down on Asura's army.

"Defend yourselves!" Asura bellowed, urgency piercing through the chaos. Demons scrambled to erect barriers, while mages chanted spells, creating shields of water and wind to protect their comrades. But the onslaught was relentless; flames exploded in every direction, scorching the earth and igniting panic among the ranks.

The battlefield erupted into a cacophony of cries and the roar of fire. Other minions fought desperately to regroup, but the clones were everywhere, relentless in their assault. Asura could see his army faltering, fear creeping into their hearts as they faced the wrath of not one but many blazing Phoenixes.

With urgency, Asura led the remnants of his army away from the battlefield, moving swiftly to avoid the watchful eyes of the Phoenixes. They would regroup, heal their wounds, and devise a new strategy. Asura's mind raced with possibilities—he needed to find a way to exploit the Phoenix's weaknesses.

"Wise choice, Asura," Sura murmured, a hint of relief softening his expression. He understood the futility of pressing forward against insurmountable odds. The Divine Mirror allowed him to glimpse not just the physical realm, but also the emotional tides that surged within each combatant. Asura's retreat signified a shift—a chance for reason to prevail over conflict.

With the chaos fading from view, Sura turned his thoughts to the future. He knew that Asura would not simply abandon his ambition; he would return, perhaps with new plans and strategies.

In the mortal realm, Tina and Team reach West region as they were ready to confront Sursa. Tina had sent back around fifty thousand celestial soldiers back to celestial as backup to fight against Asura, the demon king and his demon army.

Tina, Nitesh, and Harry with thousands of celestial troops stood before the imposing gates of the demoness Sursa's stronghold, a foreboding fortress that loomed against the darkening sky. Shadows danced across its jagged walls, whispering of the horrors that lay within. They shared a determined glance, each ready to unleash their powers in a bid to dismantle Sursa's reign.

"Let's do this," Tina said, tightening her grip on her weapon. The adrenaline surged through her, fueling her resolve.

Nitesh, wielding the elemental magic of fire, nodded. "I'll create a distraction. Once the gates are open, we'll storm in."

Harry, drew his sword, its blade shimmering with energy. "I'll cover you. We need to keep those demons from regrouping."

With a quick plan in place, Nitesh stepped forward and unleashed a torrent of flames toward the gates. The fire roared to life, crackling with intensity and illuminating the dark surroundings. The gates creaked under the heat, splintering as the flames engulfed the wood.

"Now!" Tina shouted, charging forward. The gates exploded open, and the trio and the celestial army surged into the stronghold, weapons raised high and ready for battle.

Inside, chaos erupted. Demons scrambled to react, their snarls echoing through the stone halls. Tina, Nitesh, and Harry moved as one, striking with precision. Nitesh cast waves of fire that swept through their foes, while Harry cleaved through the demons that rushed at them. Tina's agility allowed her to weave through the fray, dispatching enemies with fierce determination.

As the fierce battle raged on, a chilling silence fell over the stronghold for a brief moment. The air crackled with anticipation, and then Sursa emerged, her dark presence overshadowing the chaos around her. Cloaked in shadows and surrounded by an aura of malevolence, she advanced toward Tina, Nitesh, and Harry, her eyes glowing like embers.

"Foolish mortals," Sursa hissed, her voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can invade my domain and escape unscathed?"

Tina felt a shiver run down her spine but steeled herself. "We're here to end your reign of terror, Sursa! Your grip on this land will break today!"

Sursa laughed, a sound that echoed eerily through the stronghold. "You truly believe you can challenge me? I have feasted on the fears of countless souls. You are nothing more than a fleeting shadow."

With a swift motion, she summoned dark energy, tendrils of shadow spiraling from her fingertips, aimed directly at the trio. Nitesh reacted quickly, conjuring a wall of fire that surged upward, clashing with Sursa's shadows in an explosion of light and darkness. "Get ready!" Harry shouted, charging forward, his sword glowing with power. He aimed for Sursa, hoping to break her concentration. But she was quick, sidestepping and retaliating with a blast of dark energy that sent Harry tumbling backward.

On the other hand, Rohan, drifted deeper into his sleep. In his dreams, he felt himself being pulled into a vast expanse, floating among shimmering stars and swirling galaxies. It was as if he had left the confines of the mortal realm behind, entering a serene dimension where time and space intertwined.

The colors around him were vibrant, each star pulsating with its own rhythm, creating a symphony of light and sound. Rohan felt weightless, his worries dissipating as he drifted through this cosmic tapestry. Memories and visions swirled around him—flashes of ancient wisdom, echoes of powerful incantations, and the faces of those he held dear.

In this ethereal realm, he sensed a connection to something greater, a reservoir of knowledge waiting to be unlocked. "Rohan…" a gentle voice whispered, resonating through the vastness. Rohan turned toward the ethereal voice that had guided him through the vastness of space, and before him stood the Guardian of the Cosmos—a majestic figure bathed in radiant light. The Guardian's form shimmered like starlight, cloaked in robes that flowed like the Milky Way itself, each star a flicker of wisdom and power. The Guardian smiled gently. "You were meant to connect with the cosmic energies that flow through all things. You have the potential to harness these forces, but you must believe in yourself.

"Focus on the essence of the universe—the stars, the elements, the spirits of the ancients. Channel their power through you." The Guardian extended a hand, and a glowing orb of cosmic energy formed, pulsating with vibrant colors. "This is the essence of creation. Use it wisely." As the orb floated toward Rohan, he reached out, feeling the warmth and strength radiating from it. The orb enters the Rohan's body and becomes his part.

The Guardian of the Cosmos had hinted at his potential, but Rohan felt an overwhelming desire to know more about his parents and their identities. He turned to the Guardian, who still lingered in the periphery of his consciousness. "Wait!" Rohan called out, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. "Before I go, I need to know about my parents. Who were they? What is my true heritage? Why did they leave me? What happened to them?"