As the battle raged on, Kavi, Ansh, and Tara fought side by side, their godly powers now united. Metal, water, and fire combined to create a deadly force that ripped through the SSS-rank monsters, each element moving in perfect synchrony. It seemed that, at long last, they had the upper hand. Yet, despite their newfound strength, there was a looming sense of dread that no one could shake.
The sky above Jedna village had darkened unnaturally, an ominous pressure settling in the air. The final portal shimmered ominously in the distance, threatening to unleash something even more terrifying. Just as Kavi braced himself for the next wave, a sudden rupture in the atmosphere sent shockwaves across the battlefield.
The very fabric of space seemed to tremble as an unnatural rift tore through the air with a deafening sound, causing all the combatants—monsters and humans alike—to pause. Kavi, Ansh, and Tara looked up in horror as the rift widened, releasing an energy so dark and ancient that it chilled them to their core.
"What… what is that?" Tara gasped, stepping back as the fire in her hands flickered uncertainly.
Before anyone could answer, a figure emerged from the swirling darkness of the rift. Her presence was unlike anything the gods or mortals had ever felt. The air itself bent around her, as if reality was struggling to accommodate her existence. She moved with a grace that seemed both terrifying and alluring, her cold eyes surveying the battlefield as though it were beneath her notice.
"Lilith," Kavi whispered, his voice trembling.
Lilith, a name that sent shivers through the ranks of even the gods. She was a being of immense power, one who had been long whispered about in ancient texts but had not been seen in the realms for eons. She had once been banished from the godly plane, her power deemed too dangerous even for the gods to tolerate.
Her sudden arrival shook the ground beneath them. The monstrous creatures, sensing her presence, howled in terror and retreated from the portals they had emerged from. It was as though the very essence of evil was afraid of her.
Lilith extended her hand, and with a single gesture, the portals that had brought forth the waves of destruction began to close. One by one, the swirling vortexes that had unleashed terror upon Jedna village flickered out of existence. The twisted forms of the remaining monsters dissolved into the shadows, their monstrous roars replaced by an eerie silence.
Ansh stared in disbelief as the final portal disappeared, the threat they had been fighting against for so long vanishing in an instant. But instead of relief, an unsettling tension filled the air.
"Why would she help us?" Tara asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to draw Lilith's attention.
Kavi, however, knew better. Lilith wasn't helping them. She was playing a much larger game.
Lilith's cold gaze settled on the trio. "You children amuse me," she said, her voice like silk threaded with venom. "Fighting battles meant for gods while clinging to scraps of power. It's almost… endearing."
Kavi gripped the hilt of his weapon tightly, his instincts screaming at him that this was no ally. "Why are you here?" he demanded, his voice steady despite the fear clawing at his chest.
Lilith smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "I am here because you have upset the balance. The powers you have unleashed—" she gestured to the battlefield, "—they have created fractures in space. Your petty fight has torn apart the veil between realms. That's why the portals opened in the first place."
Ansh frowned, stepping forward. "You're saying… we caused this?"
"Not entirely." Lilith's gaze shifted to the remnants of the battlefield. "But your meddling certainly accelerated things."
She waved her hand again, and the rift that had brought her to the battlefield pulsed with energy. Kavi could feel it—a deep, primal pull, as though the very fabric of the universe was being tugged apart. Space itself was unstable.
"Enough with the games, Lilith," Kavi said, his eyes narrowing. "Why are you really here?"
Lilith chuckled softly, her laughter echoing unnervingly in the now-quiet battlefield. "I came to close the portals, yes. But I did it for reasons you wouldn't understand. This world—this fragile little reality—is hanging by a thread. And now, thanks to your meddling, things are starting to unravel."
As she spoke, the ground beneath their feet trembled, and a jagged crack split the earth, growing larger with each passing second. Kavi could feel it too—the balance of reality was tipping, and not in their favor.
"I closed the portals to prevent something far worse from emerging," Lilith continued. "But in doing so, I've opened a path for myself. There are… opportunities to be seized in the chaos you've created."
Ansh's heart raced as he realized what she meant. "You're using this to break free from your banishment."
Lilith's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're sharper than you look, little god."
Before any of them could react, Lilith's form began to shimmer, and the rift behind her started to pulse with a deep, malevolent light. It was clear now—her appearance here was no coincidence. She had manipulated the instability they had created, using the portals as a way to re-enter their world.
And now, with the portals closed and the rift widening, Lilith was preparing to ascend to a place of power once again. Her banishment was ending, and the consequences would be catastrophic.
Kavi stepped forward, his body tense with determination. "We won't let you—"
Before he could finish, Lilith's eyes flared with a dangerous light. "You won't let me do what, exactly?" Her voice was soft, but it carried an unmistakable threat. "You are mere fledglings in the face of true power. And yet, you dare to challenge me?"
With a flick of her wrist, the air around them shimmered, and an invisible force slammed into Kavi, Ansh, and Tara, sending them crashing to the ground. Kavi gasped for breath, struggling to rise as the oppressive weight of Lilith's power pressed down on him.
"You have no idea what forces you're dealing with," Lilith said, her voice like a venomous caress. "But I will let you live for now. I want you to see what true power looks like when the world crumbles beneath my hands."
Before any of them could respond, Lilith stepped back into the rift, her form dissolving into the swirling darkness. The last thing they saw was her cold, mocking smile before the rift sealed itself shut with a deafening crack.
The battlefield was left in eerie silence, the portals closed, the monsters gone, but the threat of Lilith's return lingered in the air like a poisonous fog.
Ansh, still reeling from the encounter, struggled to his feet, his mind racing. "What do we do now?" he asked, his voice shaky.
Kavi, his jaw clenched, looked out over the ruined landscape. "We prepare. Lilith's power… it's beyond anything we've faced. But we have to stop her. If she's truly free, this world—and every other—will be in danger."
Tara nodded, her face set with grim determination. "Then we fight. No matter what comes, we fight."
And as the dust settled on the battlefield, they knew that their trials were far from over. Lilith had been unleashed, and the true battle was only just beginning.
Translate in hindi
after the temporary peace settles in Jedna, Shubhu and Satya arrive at the village. The battlefield, however, tells a grim story—bodies of monsters and guild members lie scattered across the ground, and in the midst of it all stand Ansh, Kavi, and Tara, covered in blood.
Shubhu rushes towards them, his voice filled with concern. "Are you three okay?"
They all glance at each other, clearly wanting to say something, but then they spot Satya approaching. A strange tension fills the air, and they fall silent.
Satya, noticing the change in their auras, furrows his brow and asks, "Have the three of you become gods? I can sense something—your auras are stronger, more divine."
Ansh, Kavi, and Tara exchange quick glances before responding in unison, "Now is not the time to talk about this. We have to focus on helping the wounded."
Without further discussion, they shift their attention to the injured survivors of the battle, tending to those in need. The aftermath of the fight is devastating—many guild members have perished, and even more lie critically wounded.
After what feels like hours, with the immediate danger passed and the wounded attended to, the group gathers around a round table inside a quiet room. The weight of everything that had transpired hangs heavily in the air.
Ansh is the first to break the silence. "Shiva, who are you really? And why do these spirits worship you like a god?"
The question pierces the silence, and all eyes turn toward Shubhu. His expression hardens as he realizes the time for evasions is over, but still, he hesitates.
"I can't tell you," Shubhu says finally, his voice heavy with the weight of the truth he carries. "If I were to tell you who I really am, it would change everything. You wouldn't be able to see the world the same way, and the burden of that knowledge might crush you."
The others look at each other, confused but respectful of his decision. Shubhu's secrecy only deepens the mystery surrounding him, and they realize that there are forces at play far beyond their understanding.
For now, they remain silent, knowing that whatever secrets Shubhu holds, they will reveal themselves in time.
After a tense silence, Ansh finally speaks up. "Do you not consider us your friends? If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to save so many people. In fact, we wouldn't even be here right now."
Shubhu looks at him, the weight of Ansh's words hanging in the air. After a pause, he says, "Alright, I'll tell you. The truth is, I don't really know who I am. But when I first came here, I found myself trapped in a strange dimension for a long time. I wandered endlessly until I met these beings. They made me their god."
Shubhu tells them half-truths, sharing fragments of his journey, but stops short of revealing everything. Ansh senses that Shubhu is holding something back. "It's fine if you don't want to tell us everything," Ansh replies, "but remember, we are your friends. If you ever need us, we're here for you."
A heavy silence fills the room until Tara breaks it. "By the way, thank you for giving us these incredible spirits. One more thing—how many spirits do you have?"
Everyone looks at Shubhu curiously. Shubhu shrugs. "I honestly don't know."
Kavi then asks, "Where do they stay? Can you show us?"
Before Shubhu can answer, the spirit of knowledge, Saras, appears and tells him, "You can show them. But since the spirits made you their king, even you don't know exactly where they reside."
Saras continues, "We live within your consciousness, and if you want to bring your friends there, you'll have to take their hands and guide them into your mind."
Following Saras's guidance, Shubhu reaches out to his friends, and together they enter a vast, golden realm—Shubhu's consciousness. The space is brimming with divine power, radiating an overwhelming sense of strength and energy. Ansh, in awe, comments, "Being here, I feel more powerful than ever."
As they explore, countless spirits begin to appear around them, welcoming Shubhu and his companions. They lead them to a grand palace, where the leaders of the spirits await their arrival.
The leaders represent various elements and powers, divided into distinct groups:
Saras, the Spirit of Knowledge, stood beside Shubhu. "These are the spirit leaders," she began, her voice soft yet commanding, "and they wish to introduce themselves to you."
One by one, the spirits stepped forward.
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Kali, her form cloaked in darkness with flickers of destructive power, spoke first. "I am Kali, Spirit of Destruction and Darkness. From me comes the force that tears down the old to make way for the new. Where I tread, chaos reigns, but from that chaos, life is reborn."
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Rudra followed, his form vast and imposing, eyes burning with untamed energy. "I am Rudra, Spirit of Power and Destruction. My strength is the storm that shatters mountains, the fury that no man or god can withstand."
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Vishal, a towering figure, emanated an aura of mystery, his eyes reflecting the vastness of the unknown. "I am Vishal, the Spirit of the Unknown, of Immensity. I stand on the edge of what can be understood, the vastness between light and darkness."
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Kshitij, representing the horizon, stepped forward, his appearance a balance between light and shadow. "I am Kshitij, the meeting of light and darkness, the boundary of what is seen and unseen. I watch the worlds meet and diverge."
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Chandra, glowing softly, smiled serenely. "I am Chandra, the Spirit of the Moon. I am the calm in the darkness, the gentle light that guides through the night."
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Tanveer, with an aura both radiant and mysterious, gave a subtle nod. "I am Tanveer, the Radiant One. My light pierces the darkness, revealing what hides in the shadows."
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From the opposite end, the spirits of Light began their introductions, led by Prakash. "I am Prakash, the Spirit of Light, the essence that drives away the dark and gives life to all."
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Divya, graceful and ethereal, followed. "I am Divya, the Divine Light, a beacon of hope in the heavens, guiding those who have lost their way."
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Aarav, calm and serene, gave a respectful bow. "I am Aarav, the Spirit of Peace. My light brings calm, a reminder of the stillness that follows even the fiercest storm."
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One after another, spirits representing Knowledge, Strength, Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Ice, Nature, and Thunder came forth. Each spirit introduced itself with a name and a declaration of their essence, their energy filling the space with a palpable presence.
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As Indra, the Spirit of Thunder, finished his introduction, Saras turned back to Shubhu and his companions. "These spirit leaders possessed immense power and unwavering loyalty toward Shubhu. Saras, standing by his side, assured him, "We are always with you."
Watching this incredible scene, Kavi, Ansh, and Tara were left speechless, awed by Shubhu's strength. Unable to comprehend the full depth of his power, Kavi asks Saras, "How many spirits are there?"
Saras smiles and replies, "As many as you can imagine."
Just as Saras speaks, Shubhu is hit by a sudden flash of memory—something important that had been hidden in the recesses of his mind, waiting to resurface
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