The Flames That burn the Gods

Lucifer and Thajjal stood face to face, the ground beneath them cracking from the sheer pressure of their powers. The dark flames surrounding Lucifer flickered violently, while Thajjal's demonic aura pulsated, warping the air itself.

Ravan lay on the ground, struggling to push himself up. His body was failing him again. His strength, his power—everything was still sealed.

Damn it… I can't just watch!

Thajjal sneered. "You're in my way, Lucifer. Move, or I'll—"

BOOM!

A massive explosion of golden light and crimson fire tore through the battlefield.

Thajjal barely had time to react as a figure shot down from the sky like a meteor, landing between him and Lucifer. The ground erupted from the impact, sending shockwaves in all directions.

Ravan's eyes widened as dust and embers swirled around the new arrival.

Standing in the center of the destruction was a young man with wild, fiery hair, his body wreathed in divine fire that burned in shades of crimson, gold, and eerie black. His eyes glowed like molten lava, filled with untamed energy.

A cocky grin stretched across his face.

"Oi, oi! What's with all the fun without me?"

Akil.

The reincarnation of Nezha, the Fire God.

Lucifer smirked. "Took you long enough."

Thajjal's expression darkened as he stepped back. "That flame…" His eyes narrowed. "That's not normal fire."

Akil cracked his knuckles, flames surging around his body. "Damn right it's not."

He lifted his hand, and the fire swirling around him twisted into a towering inferno. The air vibrated as the flames condensed into an orb of pure destruction.

"This is Divine Evil Fire—"

The fire around him roared, almost alive.

"A flame that doesn't just burn demons—"

Akil's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with wild excitement.

"It can even burn supreme gods."

Thajjal's face twisted in shock. "Impossible!"

Akil thrust his palm forward, launching a wave of fire straight at Thajjal.

FWOOOOOSH!

The flames engulfed the battlefield. The sky turned blood-red as the firestorm raged, consuming everything in its path.

Thajjal screamed, his body burning as the Divine Evil Fire latched onto him, refusing to be extinguished. His demonic aura cracked under its might, his regeneration failing him.

Akil grinned. "Yeah, doesn't feel so good, huh?"

Just then—

Another figure appeared beside Ravan, kneeling down to check on him.

"Looks like you got beaten up again."

Ravan turned his head weakly. He recognized that calm, composed voice.

Golden armor shimmered under the fire's glow, and the figure's sharp eyes studied him with concern. Unlike Akil's wild energy, this presence was steady—unshakable.

Radheya.

The reincarnation of Karnan, the invincible warrior.

Radheya sighed. "You're still not used to this body, huh?" He extended a hand. "Come on, Ravan. You're the Ashra King, aren't you?"

Ravan clenched his fists.

He wasn't going to stay down.

He grabbed Radheya's hand and stood up.

The three warriors were now together.

The battlefield had changed.

And Thajjal… was losing.