Dimensions!

"An attack on Sarzapur?" Ren, one of the 7 Warheads, asked, his eyes narrowing.

"You heard it right, Demon King," Sangini replied, addressing Ren by his fearsome title. She was tense, the Muvah army looking prepared for the worst.

"Got it!" Ren said, determination flashing in his eyes.

"Wait, where are you headin—" Sangini began, but Ren cut her off.

"Sarzapur. Meet me there," Ren ordered. Within milliseconds, he vanished, sprinting southwest. Sangini felt a powerful gust of wind as Ren took off.

"Where did he—" Sangini was completely shocked, her eyes widening as she saw a shadow moving faster than a supercar, reaching speeds of 280 km per hour.

"How is it even possible?" Sangini muttered, lost in her own thoughts about the incredible speed she had just witnessed. She wondered how the no. 7 Warhead could be this fast.

Shaking off her astonishment, she took off to inform the other Warheads and the capital about the sneak attack. There was no time to waste.

As Sangini rushed to relay the urgent news, Ren was already a blur on the battlefield, his speed leaving a trail of dust in his wake. The Demon King of War was ready to defend Sarzapur with all his might.

Meanwhile, the Muvah army advanced, unaware of the force they were about to face. Ren's presence on the battlefield was a game-changer, and his arrival would tilt the scales in favor of the Malwai Military.

In the capital, the other Warheads received Sangini's message. The urgency in her voice left no room for doubt. They quickly prepared for battle, knowing that the fate of Sarzapur and possibly the entire region rested in their hands.

"Full Heat: 120%," Commandant Arjun had said, and now those words echoed in their minds as they geared up for the impending conflict.

Back at the arena, the tension was palpable. The candidates continued their combat matches, unaware of the chaos unfolding in Sarzapur. Shailya focused on honing his prediction senses, determined to rise to the challenge.

"Blade Style: Blade of Flames" "Sixth Form: Superiority"

Mazhiro's intense flames blazed across the stage, while Armeet countered with his own formidable techniques

At the arena,

the tension was palpable as the intense combat match between Mazhiro and Armeet continued.

"Mazhiro knocked down Armeet. Do we have our victor, so fast, within 7 minu-" the announcer's voice was cut off by Armeet's determined cry.

"Not yet! Old Man," Armeet said, struggling to stand.

"You," Mazhiro murmured, his eyes narrowing.

"I WON'T LOSE TO YOU OF ALL," Armeet shouted, his voice filled with defiance.

"Good! Now I can go to any extent," Mazhiro said, a grin spreading across his face.

"I won't hold back either," Armeet replied, his resolve unwavering.

Mazhiro closed his eyes and murmured, "Akatsumi Special: Blade of Flames."

"First Form: Will of Akatsumi"

Mazhiro disappeared from the scene, suddenly reappearing behind Armeet with his enraged blade. Ready for the attack, Armeet prepared a counter.

"Blade of Wind: First Form" "WIND"

But Mazhiro's position behind Armeet was just a bait. His real plan was to take him head-on, leaving Armeet defenseless. Armeet tried to dodge Mazhiro's attack, but it was futile. Finally, Armeet jumped, unleashing his signature form.

"BLADE OF AIR" "Twelfth Form: Admiration"

The wave was so powerful that even the combat stage started to break apart. But Mazhiro stood firm, his blade ready to strike.

"Take this," Mazhiro shouted.

"Not now," Armeet answered, determined not to back down.

The match evolved into a battle of skill and endurance. No special attacks, just raw talent and relentless strikes. Both warriors launched counter-attacks, dodging and parrying each other's blows. Their speed surpassed even the sound of their clashing blades. The spectators watched in awe, unable to react to the rapid movements.

Fifteen minutes passed, and neither fighter was willing to give up. It was clear that they were evenly matched, and the fight seemed destined for a draw. Only a few minutes remained until the match's end.

Meanwhile, at the battlefield:

"Reached the Marinabad Fort," reported the Captain of the Muvah Attack Unit.

"Good! All the Malwai forces are diverted to Sarzapur. Charge now," the Chief Strategist ordered.

"Yes, Chief," the Captain acknowledged.

"Charge!" he commanded his troops.

At Sarzapur:

"We are here," said Ren and Ita, the Seventh and Sixth Warheads, their eyes blazing with determination. They were itching to fight.

The battle was escalating into a full-blown war, as the strong prepared to crush the weak.

"I despise unnecessary wars, but I love crushing people who think they're the best," Ren declared, his voice filled with cold fury.

"Kakusi reporting from Sarzapur fort. As you can see, the invaders from Muvah are here. Wait…" Kakusi, reporting the battle from above, stopped mid-sentence as she saw a glimpse of people running towards the Sarzapur Nuclear Plant. She continued, "Tanji, contact the H.O. and alert them about the intruders in the Nuclear branch."

"Damn it," the Captain of the 47th Unit muttered, concerned after hearing about the intruders. The sudden attack had left the nuclear plant vulnerable.

"I'm grateful for your help, Tanji Sisoda. I will contact the—" he continued thanking Tanji when he saw another group of intruders. "I'll suggest that you run back to the city as this place is no longer peaceful."

"What do you mean, sir?" Tanji asked, but was pushed away by Unit Captain Ashira.

"Go, run away, comrade," Ashira shouted.

Tanji heeded the warning and ran towards the helipad where Kakusi was reporting the scenario.

"Miss Kakusi!" Tanji exclaimed.

"What happened, Tanji?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"We need to fly away," Tanji said, looking like a dead man.

"But why?" she continued to inquire.

"Because... because they are after us. Huff-Huff, the e-enemy," Tanji stammered, exhausted. "I-I was being ch-chased, Miss."

"What the—" She was shocked.

"Pilot, take the helicopter away, far from here," she ordered.

"As you command, Miss," the pilot responded, lifting off immediately.

"Tanji, just hang on a little longer. I will save you," she sobbed as Tanji fell unconscious. She cradled him, but as she caressed his back, she felt something. "TANJIIIIIIII!" She cried out, discovering a dagger stabbed in Tanji's back. They were already far from the base, with no turning back.

"You don't need to die yet, Tanji," she exclaimed.

The pilot responded by speeding towards the Western College of Medical Sciences, one of the top three hospitals and research centers in Malwai.

"Shailya, Shailya!" Vahalla shouted.

"What is it? Just say it," Shailya answered impatiently.

"I-I sense some overpowered people heading from the west," Vahalla said, sensing the approach of super-strong individuals from Muvah.

"What the—are you sure you didn't sense the Pannival and the Chief of Military?" Shailya asked.

"I'm damn sure," Vahalla confirmed.

"Shailya, all your powers are or were mine at some point," Vahalla added.

"So what? Where are you getting at?" Shailya asked, confused.

"Do you remember why you are under my guardianship?" Vahalla asked.

"You said an invasion was coming," Shailya recalled.

"Yes, the invasion," Vahalla confirmed.

"Wasn't Rulers supposed to be here to invade?" Shailya asked.

"Yeah!"

"Then where are they?" Shailya asked, curious.

"Your planet, Prithvi, was created for a single purpose," Vahalla explained. "To sustain the life force."

"Life force?" Shailya was puzzled.

"Indeed, life force is the force that can bring anything back to life. This universe is in a continuous war between the Superiors and the Rulers. If massive destruction occurs, like in the Second Dimensional War, Prithvi will awaken the life force of all the destroyed planets and revive them, just like Dharti," Vahalla elaborated.

"There are Gods and Deities, aren't there?" Shailya asked.

"Indeed, there are," Vahalla affirmed.

"Then why don't they end this freakin' war?" Shailya freaked out.

"They cannot," Vahalla said.

"But why? Even you can help Prithvi with your voice manipulation, but you don't," Shailya argued, doubts rising.

"Gods can lend their powers and control them, but the three Deities, the supreme beings, have a strict law that none of the Gods or Deities can leave the Heavenly Realm or help anyone in a war. They can only give their powers to the Guardian of the Universe—in our case, Rakkan. He has the duty to select creatures to fulfill the God's duty for peace," Vahalla explained.

"This is just too complicated for me to understand," Shailya said.

"My bad," Vahalla said.

"Anyways, it's time," Vahalla continued.

"For what?" Shailya asked.

Suddenly, Shailya's body began to glow. He ran away from the combat lineup, furious. "What in the world are you doing to my body?" he demanded, but Vahalla remained silent.

Shailya, who had been panicking, now found himself in a region completely separated from the world. He was utterly confused.

"Shailya, this is my realm," Vahalla said.

"Realm? Your realm?" Shailya was baffled.

"This is the Morte Realm, or you can say the Death Realm," Vahalla explained.

"What the heck is that?" Shailya asked.

"Oh! I'm real sorry. This is not my realm. This is just your soul's core," Vahalla clarified.

"So you mean I'm inside myself, and above all, inside my own soul?" Shailya asked, bewildered.

"Every person has their own core. You need deep focus to unlock it. Do you remember Anata?" Vahalla asked.

"Yeah, I remember. She is the captain of the First Division of the Runestone Regiment," Shailya answered confidently.

"She has unlocked her Soul Core, which allows her to go beyond her body's potential," Vahalla said.

"What the heck?" Shailya was confused by Vahalla's words.

"Some other day. Now we will—" Vahalla started but was interrupted by Shailya.

"Complete your statement first," Shailya demanded, enraged again.

"Nah, I'd pass for now," Vahalla said.

"You—" Shailya began, but he couldn't finish as he saw Vahalla in a powerful position.

Vahalla joined his hands in a prayer position near his heart, then clasped them together except for his middle and index fingers, which remained extended. He crossed his thumbs over each other and chanted:

"Dimensions: Death Realm" "OPEN"

A new, wide space opened inside Shailya's soul.

The vast, otherworldly expanse shimmered with an eerie light, revealing the true power of the "Dimensions" weapon. Shailya's eyes widened in awe and fear as he stepped into the realm.

"This is the true extent of your potential, Shailya," Vahalla said, his voice echoing through the space. "Here, you will learn to harness the power of the Dimensions, one of the most powerful weapons in existence."

Shailya felt a surge of energy coursing through him, the weight of his destiny pressing down on his shoulders. The battles ahead would test him in ways he had never imagined, but he was ready to face them with Vahalla by his side.

Back at Sarzapur, Ren and Ita prepared to unleash their full might against the Muvah invaders. The fate of the region, and perhaps the entire world, hung in the balance.

[To be continued in Chapter 12]