The Battle Begins
The skies above Prithvi darkened as the Rulers descended—twelve thousand strong, each brimming with powers beyond imagination.
But what they faced was not science.
They faced wrath.
Akatsuki's fists shattered mountains. Elsa's eyes unleashed beams of searing light. Xinpa's shields turned entire legions to dust as he reflected their own attacks back tenfold. The battlefield shook with the cries of the divine and the clash of mortals-made-myth.
But then—he arrived.
The sky split open as Envaris, the God of Jealousy, stepped onto the battlefield. He did not walk. He floated, held aloft by divine malice.
In his hand appeared his weapon—Dallhai, a spear forged from the devoured souls of the universe's strongest beings. The ground beneath him blackened as he landed.
Without a word, he pointed the spear at Sifon and charged like a divine bullet.
Sifon barely twisted away in time, but Envaris snapped his fingers mid-air.
A torrent of divine energy—raw and unrefined—collapsed upon her from the heavens like a burning meteor storm. She screamed as it hit, her body cratering into the earth, blood and ash rising in a blast.
Yet she rose.
Her limbs trembled, but her spirit didn't falter. She summoned her most powerful weapon—Zakasa, a blade humming with crystalline fury. She hurled it like a comet toward Envaris.
The god laughed.
He raised his divine shield—only for it to shatter on impact.
Envaris flinched. The blade too broke, but the message was clear—these weren't ordinary mortals.
Enraged, he turned—only to be met by a thunderous punch from Xinpa, Sifon's brother.
"You touched my sister," he growled.
Their fight was an earthquake.
Envaris struck with celestial speed, but Xinpa's legendary defense—his power to reflect any attack—sent waves of Envaris's own energy crashing back into him. Divine lightning met counterforce. Spears deflected. Blasts returned.
But Xinpa's gift had a price.
Every time he absorbed an overwhelming blow, it drained his core. When Envaris summoned Dallhai again and impaled him, Xinpa gasped—but gritted his teeth.
"I've endured worse," he spat, wrenching himself off the spear.
The attack rebounded again, slicing through Envaris's armor. But Xinpa dropped to his knees, his breath shallow.
"Foolish… humans…" Envaris muttered, blood trickling from his divine mouth."You shouldn't exist."
Xinpa was forced to retreat, unable to fight for a day. But the damage had been done. Envaris—the God of Jealousy—bled.
The Wrath of the Eleven
Envaris stood mid-air, spear in hand, his divine blood dripping like molten silver onto the battlefield. The sight of it enraged him—a god wounded by mortals.
"Enough games!" he roared, his voice splitting the sky, sundering clouds, and silencing the winds.
He surged forward again—this time aiming to finish what he started. But before he could reach Xinpa, three streaks of light intercepted him in a synchronized strike.
Akatsuki, Akasaka, and Mahoraga landed before the god like titans forged from fire and steel.
Akatsuki, arms glowing with condensed kinetic energy, cracked his knuckles.
"You touched our own. Now we bury you."
Envaris lunged—faster than sound—but Akasaka had already moved. With agility born from a decade of enhanced neuro-reaction training, he sidestepped the divine spear and sliced upward with Izanuma, a blade made of reforged planetary ore, blessed by a dying comet.
Sparks flew. Envaris was parried for the first time in his immortal existence.
And then Mahoraga stepped forward, cloaked in a swirling mantle of dark green energy. The ground beneath him rippled like water.
"Time to test how divine your bones really are."
Mahoraga struck with Garudastra, a weapon that blurred the line between physics and magic. It wasn't a slash—it was a collapse, bending gravity around Envaris's body. The god was driven downward, crashing into the soil with enough force to shatter a kilometer of terrain.
The battlefield went still.
And then—
A pulse of darkness.
Envaris emerged, tattered and smoking, but not done. His divine aura surged again, more volatile than before.
"You've made your choice… to die as legends."
From the heavens, he summoned a storm of black halos, each swirling with the tormented souls of fallen galaxies. He hurled them toward the Eleven.
But now, they were all ready.
The Eleven Stand as One
Mayagi, who hadn't yet moved, closed her eyes and whispered a spell in the ancient Novari tongue. Her hands shimmered with light, and a shield of absolute stasis enveloped the team, stopping the halos mid-air as if time itself had frozen.
"These halos are born from grief," she said softly. "Let us return them… with peace."
The halos disintegrated in golden light.
Then, from the left flank, Azhura and Ahara attacked in unison. Ahara twisted space itself, creating a corridor of zero-gravity as Azhura leapt through with Valkurion, her dual-wielded blades forged in the Sun Temples of Dharti.
She struck Envaris six times before he could even register movement.
He coughed—a sound of disbelief.
"Impossible…"
Adamus then entered the fight. Calm. Calculated. His power was the manipulation of core matter. With one hand on the ground, he turned the minerals beneath them into chains of white-hot plasma that wrapped around Envaris's limbs.
"You bleed. You slow. You fear.That means you can be beaten."
But Envaris bellowed and exploded in a shockwave of divine fury, breaking free. As he raised Dallhai once more, the clouds above darkened.
And then, the final figure stepped forward—
Elsa.
She hovered above the battlefield, her eyes pure white, her body glowing with layered glyphs of forgotten magic and quantum calculation.
"I don't need to overpower you," she said. "I just need to end this."
She lifted her hand and summoned Aether Collapse—a technique that folded light, gravity, and divine essence into a microcosmic singularity. She launched it at Envaris.
The impact was cataclysmic.
Light devoured darkness. Sound died. And time stilled.
When the chaos cleared, Envaris lay embedded in a crater miles wide, breathing but barely alive. For the first time in millennia, a god looked afraid.
But even in defeat, his hatred was undying.
"This isn't over…" he rasped, vanishing into smoke and flame."The Rulers will return… with more than just one god next time."
Return to the Meeting
"These scientists who had become mighty warriors established what is known as the Saptavansh today. We exist to keep peace and prosperity in this world and protect everything related to this planet. In the past, we have defeated even a God. That means we are above the Gods and the Devils, so we must not fear anyone. We are the third force of the Universe after the Divine Beings of Realms and Chakradharis, we are a part of the Divinity."
As Angkasa concluded the tale, the obsidian table remained dead silent.
Even the seasoned warriors and clan heads—beings of unimaginable power themselves—sat stunned. What had once sounded like myth now felt inevitable.
Angkasa slowly turned, his eyes locking with Maqbir Mahoraga, who hadn't spoken since the tale began.
"That… was our beginning," he said.
And if we do not prepare, that tale may become our end."
[To be continued in Chapter 37]