The return of the Ashra King

The world trembled.

Ravan stood in the center of it all—his body glowing with a mix of golden and dark energy. The sheer pressure of his awakening shattered nearby streetlights, cracked the ground beneath him, and sent violent shockwaves through the air.

The demon, which had been so confident moments ago, now took a step back. Its glowing eyes flickered with something new—fear.

"No… this can't be…" the creature stammered, its voice shaking. "You were supposed to be dead!"

Ravan lifted his gaze, his golden eyes burning with ancient power. His mind was no longer clouded. The memories of his past life flooded through him like an unstoppable tide.

He was not just Ravan.

He was Ravana, the Ashra King. The one who had once stood against the gods themselves.

And now, he had returned.

—

The demon roared in desperation, launching itself at Ravan with terrifying speed. Its claws, sharp enough to tear through steel, slashed toward his throat.

But Ravan didn't move.

He didn't need to.

SLAM.

The moment the creature entered his aura, its body froze mid-air. An invisible force held it in place, crushing it with an unbearable weight. The demon choked, its eyes wide in horror.

Ravan finally spoke—his voice calm yet commanding.

"Do you understand now?"

The demon gasped, struggling to move, but it was like fighting against a mountain.

"You called me by my true name." Ravan took a slow step forward, and the demon flinched, unable to escape. "You knew who I was. And yet… you came to kill me?"

The pressure intensified. The demon's bones cracked.

"P-please…" it wheezed, its arrogance completely gone.

But Ravan didn't blink.

For the first time in his new life, his emotions felt clear. No more pretending. No more holding back. He knew exactly what he was.

And exactly what he had to do.

CRACK.

With one final burst of energy, the demon's body imploded, vanishing into dust. The power that had awakened inside Ravan faded, leaving the street eerily silent.

He exhaled slowly. His body, still that of a 14-year-old boy, trembled from the strain.

And then—

Darkness.

His vision blurred. The last thing he saw before collapsing was a figure stepping out of the shadows.

A familiar voice whispered, "My rival… welcome back."

Then everything went black.