The Battle of kings

The tension in the air was suffocating.

Lucifer stood between Ravan and the unknown warrior, his black flames flickering ominously. His golden eyes locked onto the enemy, filled with a mixture of annoyance and challenge.

The warrior smirked, unfazed. "Protecting your rival? How unexpected, Lucifer."

Ravan, still catching his breath, forced himself to stand. His body had healed, but the pain lingered—a sharp reminder of his weakness. He clenched his fists in frustration.

I need more power.

The enemy shifted into a battle stance. "No matter. You'll both fall soon enough."

BOOM!

The ground shattered as the warrior lunged, moving at an impossible speed. His fist, coated in divine energy, aimed straight for Lucifer's head.

Lucifer didn't dodge.

Instead—

He caught the punch with one hand.

The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the air, cracking the asphalt beneath them. But Lucifer barely flinched. His smirk widened.

"My turn."

WHOOSH!

Lucifer's black flames erupted around his arm as he counterattacked, driving his fist into the warrior's stomach. The force sent the enemy flying backward, smashing through a row of abandoned cars.

Ravan's eyes widened.

That strength… Even in my prime, I would've struggled against him.

The warrior emerged from the wreckage, coughing but still standing. He wiped blood from his mouth and grinned. "Not bad. No wonder you were feared, Lucifer."

Lucifer cracked his knuckles. "If you knew that, then attacking us was a mistake."

The warrior's eyes darkened. "We'll see."

The battle resumed.

Lucifer and the warrior clashed at blinding speeds, their fists colliding with enough force to create shockwaves. Fire and divine energy tore through the air as they exchanged devastating blows.

Ravan watched, his body frozen in place.

He hated this feeling.

Being a spectator.

Watching someone else fight his battles.

This was not who he was.

He was Ravana—the Ashra King. A warrior who stood at the top.

His hands trembled as power surged within him, threatening to break free. His instincts screamed at him to join the fight.

But his body wouldn't allow it.

He clenched his jaw. Damn it!

Just then—

Lucifer stumbled.

For the first time, the enemy landed a clean hit, sending Lucifer skidding backward. He quickly recovered, but Ravan saw it—

A small crack in his invincibility.

The warrior smirked. "Even you have limits, Lucifer."

Lucifer rolled his shoulders. "You talk too much."

But Ravan knew. Lucifer was strong—incredibly strong—but even he wasn't unbeatable.

And this fight was far from over.

The warrior's aura flared. "This ends now."

He charged.

Lucifer moved to block—

But the attack never landed.

Because at that moment, Ravan's body moved on its own.

BOOM!

Ravan's fist collided with the enemy's, creating a shockwave that tore through the battlefield.

Silence.

The enemy's eyes widened in shock.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Finally decided to step in?"

Ravan stood between them, his aura flickering like a dying ember. His body was still weak, but his will was unshaken.

He exhaled, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"I may not be at full power yet…" He raised his fists.

"But I'm still the Ashra King."