Something was thrown at them.
It came out of nowhere, arcing through the air before landing with a sickening, wet thud. The sound of it hitting the ground sent a jolt through their spines.
It wasn't just the impact—it was the the noise. A grotesque, damp splatter, like soaked fabric mixed with something… softer. Fleshier
Satya and the others instinctively spun toward it, their hearts pounding. At first, it looked like a ball covered in black fur, rolling slightly across the floor. But as it slowed, the truth became sickeningly clear.
It wasn't a ball...… But it was a head.
And when it finally stopped, facing them, A shiver crawled through their spines.
Its face was gone. Its skin had been ripped off, or might be worse—chewed off, leaving nothing but raw, exposed muscle and empty sockets where eyes had once been.
With uncertainty gripping them, they turned toward the direction where the head had been thrown from. The corner was shrouded in deeper darkness than the rest, but within it, they could make out a thin figure crawling on all fours.
It moved strangely, its posture hunched, the hump on its back rising, somehow taller than any child.
In the dim light, its limbs appeared unnaturally long, its joints twisted at angles that defied nature. But what sent a shudder through them, what truly unsettled them, were its eyes. Two pale orbs, faintly glowing in the dark.
Then it moved, Slowly and deliberately, it crept forward, emerging from the shadows into the dim light.
Satya, Manash, and the others froze, their breath caught in their throats.
A skeletal figure crouched before them, its grotesque form unveiled. They had not expected anything this foul, this abhorrent—to be lurking in the dark.
It was not tall, but the way it moved made it seem just larger than it was. Its elongated limbs bent at unnatural angles, its sickly, death-pale skin stretched tight over its bones like brittle parchment. Sharp ridges of muscle and sinew pressed beneath the surface, and its spine jutted out in jagged knots, forming grotesque, spike-like protrusions along its back.
Then there was its face. A twisted mockery of humanity. Its mouth gaped wide, filled with jagged, uneven, needle-like teeth. It chewed—slowly, methodically—something still wedged between its fangs. A torn chunk of flesh.
Blood dripped from its blackened lips, tracing thin, dark lines down its chin.
Its clawed fingers scraped against the floor—long, bony, tipped with curved, blackened talons. With each movement, its skeletal frame shifted in an unsettling, disjointed manner, as if its body barely held together.
Satya, Manash, and the others instinctively stepped back.
"What… on earth… is that?" Satya whispered, his breath shaky, barely above a murmur.
"That's a Kravyad"(The one who feasts on all flesh)
Suraj murmured the words, barely moving his lips, his gaze locked onto the creature.
(The word Kravyad means flesh-eater...)
"This isn't good," Manash added, his eyes scanning their surroundings, searching for something—anything.
"What?" Satya's breath was still heavy, his body tense as he struggled not to make any sudden movements.
"They don't live alone," Manash said, his voice low. "They hunt in packs… and they devour their prey in packs."
Satya barely had time to process those words before it happened.
From the shadows, from the unseen cracks and crevices of the decayed building, more of them emerged. One by one. Then all at once.
Now there was a horde of figures just like the first, their skeletal forms shifting unnaturally as they crept closer, their soulless eyes reflecting the dim light.
Manash, Bikram, and Suraj braced themselves. There was no escape. No room for hesitation. If they didn't fight, they wouldn't make it out alive.
A deep, guttural growl shattered the heavy silence.
Then…one of the Kravyad lunged.
Its bony limbs twisted unnaturally as it rushed toward them, its jaws snapping open in a grotesque, hungry snarl.
Satya panicked, as his instincts screamed before he could think, he raised his gun, his hands trembling but steady enough.
He pulled the trigger.
The gunshot roared through the space, echoing off the ruined walls.
And...… The bullet struck its mark.
The Kravyad's body convulsed mid-motion, then collapsed, slamming against the ground with a sickening thud. Momentum carried it forward, its corpse skidding slightly, stopping just inches from Satya's feet.
The other Kravyads let out deep, guttural growls, their hollow eyes fixed on their prey.
Manash, Bikram, and Suraj clenched their fists, their bodies tensing in preparation. Satya steadied his grip on his gun, ready to fire again.
Then—golden light flared from Bikram's fist, as it began to glow, the radiance expanding outward, twisting and shaping itself. The divine energy coalesced, forming a massive shape—its top thickening, contorting—until finally, a colossal Goda (mace) manifested in his grasp. Its golden handle pulsed with power, the sheer weight of its promising destruction.
But there was no time to admire its might.
The Kravyads were already charging. Snarling and clawing. A wave of skeletal bodies rushing toward them with unnatural speed.
Satya exhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus. He aimed. Fired. Another Kravyad dropped, but before its body even hit the ground, another surged forward to take its place. He fired again. And again. But the numbers—there were too many.
For every one he killed, another two emerged from the darkness.
Bikram didn't hesitate either, with a powerful spin, he swung his golden mace, then let it fly.
The Goda hurtled through the air with terrifying force, crashing into the advancing creatures. The impact was devastating—Kravyads were obliterated, their twisted bodies torn to pieces, limbs and flesh scattering in all directions.
Yet, despite all this carnage, the horde didn't thin.
For every Kravyad crushed beneath the divine weapon, more appeared. Clawing their way forward.
But none of them could tell could even tell… from where.
As the golden Goda crashed into a group of Kravyads, the sound of shattering bones and crumbling walls echoed through the space. The sheer force of the impact sent a burst of dust into the air, obscuring the carnage for a moment. When the dust settled, all that remained were the crushed, broken bodies of the creatures, their shattered remains scattered across the floor.
By now, Manash had also summoned his divine weapon—a spear crackling with divine lightning, its blade laced with the raw power of thunder.
With precise, fluid movements, he fought through the horde, striking down multiple Kravyads with ease. His spear flashed like a storm-given form, ripping through flesh, searing bone, yet no matter how many they cut down, more kept coming. It was as if killing them only drew more to their location.
That first guttural roar had been a summons—an announcement of their presence. And now, there was no stopping the tide.
Satya's gunfire rang out in rapid succession.
'Bang!'
'Bang!'
'Bang!'
Each shot found its mark, each bullet tearing through the twisted creatures. He moved with efficiency, firing, turning, aiming, and firing again—never missing.
Amidst the chaos, Suraj remained the only one fighting without a divine weapon. Despite his usual carefree demeanour, he held his own, taking down the Kravyads that survived Satya's gunfire.
But Satya missed one.
The creature lunged at him with terrifying speed, its elongated claws slashing through the air. Satya's gun clicked—empty. He reached for a fresh clip, but before he could reload, the Kravyad was upon him, its talons aiming straight for his face.
Before the claws could tear into him, Suraj stepped in, intercepting the attack. He caught the creature's outstretched limb mid-air and, with a sharp twist, drove his fist into its torso with all his strength. The impact sent the Kravyad hurtling backwards.
Yet it wasn't down.
More of them surged forward, joining the attack. Suraj clenched his fists, ready to take them on, but before they could reach him—
'Bang… Bang… Bang…'
Gunfire echoed once more as Satya, having reloaded, swiftly took down each creature one by one.
Suraj glanced back at him, nodding in acknowledgement, but at that moment…
Another Kravyad, one of Satya's bullets had missed, launched itself at him from the side.
Satya barely had time to react. He turned, raising his gun, but the creature was already swinging. He instinctively raised his arm in defence, but the Kravyad's razor-sharp claws tore through his suit, slicing deep into his forearm.
Pain shot through him as blood splattered across the ground.
Suraj reacted instantly. With a powerful strike, he sent the Kravyad flying, hurling it into the others. The impact sent them tumbling backwards in a tangled heap of twisted limbs.
Meanwhile, Satya's arm was bleeding profusely, his suit soaked in crimson. Suraj moved swiftly to his side, assessing the wound. It was deep—if they didn't stop the bleeding soon, it could become a problem. Satya pressed his other hand against the gash, gritting his teeth against the pain.
He turned toward Manash, who was still locked in battle, cutting down Kravyads with swift, precise strikes of his divine spear. Each movement was seamless—stab, slice, dodge—but the creatures kept coming, relentless in their numbers.
"Manash!" Suraj shouted, urgency lacing his voice.
Manash drove his spear through a Kravyad, the creature's twisted form still impaled on the divine weapon. As he turned toward Suraj, his gaze darkened upon witnessing Satya's bleeding arm. His frown deepened. Without hesitation, he yanked his spear free and hurled the lifeless Kravyad into the others that were lunging toward him.
But before he could move closer to Suraj and Satya, more Kravyads rushed at them. Manash's sharp eyes caught their advance. In an instant, he spun on his heel and swung his spear in a wide, horizontal arc.
The weapon cut through nothing but air, yet the swing unleashed a burst of divine lightning. Thunder crackled, and in the blink of an eye, bolts of pure energy struck the incoming creatures. The impact reduced them to nothing but ash, their remains scattered into the air like dust.
Satya's eyes widened in disbelief.
How is that even possible?
He turned them into ashes with a single swing…
Suraj, still pressing down on Satya's wound, glanced up as well, his usual carefree demeanour momentarily replaced by quiet astonishment.
Manash wasted no time. He rushed toward them, but Satya was still staring at him—stunned. He had never realized the true extent of Manash's power.
Manash glanced at Satya's wound, concern flickering in his eyes. Without hesitation, he pulled the scarf from around his neck and handed it to Suraj.
"Tie this around his wound," he instructed, his voice urgent.
Suraj nodded, taking the scarf and quickly wrapping it around Satya's bleeding arm, tightening it to slow the bleeding.
Not far from them, Bikram was still locked in battle. Having thrown his divine mace earlier, he was now fighting with his bare hands. But with his sheer, beast-like strength, he hardly needed a weapon. He crushed Kravyads with raw force, gripping one mid-air as it lunged at him and slamming it into the ground with a brutal impact. Then, seizing its limp body, he swung it like a club, smashing it into the others, sending them crashing back.
Yet no matter how many they struck down, more kept coming.
Suddenly, Manash called out to him.
"Bikram!"
Bikram turned, still fending off Kravyads, and his gaze fell upon Manash, who was battling relentlessly with his spear. Beyond him, Suraj was shielding Satya, who clutched his injured arm, his hand stained red.
Bikram's brows furrowed, concern flashing across his face.
"Bikram… call back your Goda!" Manash shouted, his voice strained as he parried another attack. "We need to get out of here… now!"
Their enemies weren't thinning. If anything, the more they fought, the more the Kravyads seemed to multiply.
Suddenly, a Kravyad lunged at Bikram.
Noticing it just in time, he dodged its attack and countered with a powerful punch, sending the creature hurtling back with tremendous force. But as he steadied himself, he saw more Kravyads closing in from all directions. No matter how many they struck down, their numbers only seemed to grow.
Gritting his teeth, Bikram raised his right hand toward where he had thrown his divine mace. The moment he extended his arm, a powerful gust erupted from the distance, kicking up dust. A deafening sound echoed through the air as something shot toward him—too fast for normal eyes to track.
It was his divine mace, returning to its master.
Anything in its path, stone, flesh, or bone, only got obliterated by its sheer force, reduced to nothing but fragments.
The moment the massive weapon slammed into Bikram's palm, a shockwave of air rippled through the floor, sending another burst of dust outward. Yet, despite the overwhelming impact, Bikram didn't flinch. He caught it effortlessly, as if it weighed nothing.
A weapon truly meant for him.
Tightening his grip on the handle, he spun in an instant and hurled the mace toward a wall.
Anything in its path, Kravyads, concrete pillars, was crushed to pieces as it tore through the air at divine speed. When it finally struck the wall, the entire structure gave way with a thunderous crash, creating a gaping hole.
A way out.
But as the dust settled, a new problem became clear—they weren't on the ground floor.
But They were on the fifth floor. And the only way out—was to jump.
As soon as the hole in the wall was created, Bikram called his divine mace back to him.
"Everyone, run! Now!" Manash commanded, dashing toward the opening. Suraj, Satya, and Bikram followed without hesitation, sprinting toward the gaping hole. With no other escape, they had no choice but to leap.
Some Kravyads chased behind them, closing in. Some lunged forward, trying to block their path—but Manash, with his spear crackling with divine lightning, skillfully cut them down, clearing the way.
"Destroy the building!" Manash suddenly shouted over the chaos.
Bikram glanced at him for a split second before Manash leapt through the opening.
Suraj and Satya followed, plunging into the open air.
As Bikram reached the edge, he twisted his body mid-air and hurled his divine mace skyward.
The moment it left his hand, the sheer force tore through the atmosphere, creating a sonic boom that roared across the surroundings.
The deafening sound echoed through the surroundings as the weapon soared, tearing toward the heavens.
In the heat of the moment, everyone leapt from the fifth floor.
But as Satya plunged through the hole, a sickening realization struck him—he wasn't strong enough. Unlike the others, he had no divine power, no supernatural strength. The air rushed past him, and the forest floor hurtled toward him like a death sentence.
Then, out of nowhere—two Kravyads lunged at him.
Before he could react, they grabbed him mid-air, altering his trajectory.
"Satya—!" Manash shouted, reaching out instinctively. But in mid-air, there was nothing he could do.
Satya crashed into the ground.
The impact should have been fatal. But instead of hitting the earth at full force, he was sandwiched between the two Kravyads, their bodies cushioning his fall.
Even so—pain exploded through his body. A sharp, unbearable agony shot up his leg.
It was broken.
He gasped, trying to move, but the pain was excruciating. Before he could even catch his breath, one of the Kravyads recovered almost instantly, its grotesque form looming over him.
With inhuman speed, it pounced, pinning him down.
Its gaping maw lunged for his throat—Satya barely managed to grab a thick branch, shoving it between the creature's teeth just in time. The beast snapped its jaws shut, the wood splintering as he struggled to keep it from tearing into him.
By then, Manash and the others had already landed.
For the Devangsh, the fall wasn't a big deal. But as they rushed toward Satya, more Kravyads descended upon them.
Manash spun his spear with precision, cutting down the creatures with ease. Suraj and Bikram tried to push through, desperate to reach Satya—
But more Kravyads swarmed them, blocking their way.
They were outnumbered, and Satya was running out of time.
Satya struggled desperately against the Kravyad pinning him down, his grip on the splintering branch slipping. His strength was failing.
Then—another Kravyad lunged at him from the side.
Its fangs sank deep into his arm.
"AHHHH!" Satya's scream tore through the battlefield.
Bikram, Suraj, and Manash snapped their heads toward him. Their eyes widened in horror.
They tried to reach him—Bikram and Suraj fought with frantic desperation, slashing through Kravyads, but the creatures kept swarming them, blocking their path.
Manash, too, was caught in the relentless fight, his spear cutting down enemies with deadly precision. But no matter how many he struck down, more kept coming.
And then—
The Kravyad biting Satya's arm jerked its head violently. A sickening rip echoed through the air. As blood sprayed across the forest floor.
Satya's arm, it was torn off from the shoulder.
His agonized scream shattered the battlefield.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Bikram and Suraj froze for a split second, their faces drained of colour.
Then rage ignited in their eyes. They fought harder, faster… desperate to break through, desperate to reach him. But was there still time?
When Manash heard Satya's scream, he turned to Satya, saw his arm ripped off, and in that fraction second his mind went blank.
Shock hit first. Then rage. A fury so raw, so overwhelming, that it drowned out everything else.
A Kravyad attacked him. With his spear, he threw it aside like it was weightless. More of them lunged at him, their snarling faces closing in, but Manash didn't see them anymore.
All he saw was Satya's blood. All he heard was his scream.
As Something inside him snapped. And lightning crackled around his body, surging through his veins like wildfire. His aura blazed, a furious storm of divine power.
"BAJRA!!"
His voice thundered through the jungle like the roar of a furious god.
In an instant, lightning exploded from his body, a blinding storm of destruction. Bolts of divine thunder lashed out in every direction, striking down every Kravyad near him.
The creatures didn't even have time to react.
They were incinerated. Turned to ash in the blink of an eye.
And then—silence.
Manash collapsed to his knees, his body trembling. The power he unleashed had drained him, it took everything he had.
Meanwhile, Bikram reached Satya, kneeling beside him. Satya was barely holding on, clutching the bloody stump where his arm had been. His face was pale, drenched in sweat and pain.
Suraj rushed to Manash, steadying him before he, too, collapsed.
But the battle wasn't over.
But Satya… Satya might not have too much time left.
"Manash… are you okay?" Suraj asked, his voice laced with concern.
Manash was clearly drained. The aftershocks of his thunderous attack still crackled faintly in the air around him. His spear—once a weapon of divine strength—had shattered into fragments, dissolving into the wind.
He exhaled sharply. "Yeah… I'm okay," he muttered, though the strain in his voice said otherwise. Then, forcing himself to focus, he added, "Go help Satya."
Suraj nodded and turned. But Bikram had already moved. He had wrapped the red scarf tightly around Satya's torn arm, stemming the bleeding as best as he could. The fabric was already soaked in crimson.
Satya barely remained standing—his one arm missing, his leg broken. His breath came in ragged gasps, his face pale and sweat-drenched. He leaned heavily against Bikram, his only remaining arm draped over Bikram's shoulder for support.
Suraj moved to Manash, helping him stand.
Then—Bikram spoke, his tone grave.
"Manash, we need to move—now—before it comes back," Bikram said, pointing toward the sky.
Satya, still struggling to keep up, frowned. "What's coming back?... And what about the Kravyads?.... They'll follow us—"
"No," Bikram interrupted, his tone eerily calm. "They won't."
A distant sonic boom echoed through the air. They instinctively turned their gaze skyward. The sun blazed fiercely, drowning out the stars, but something even brighter burned against the heavens. At first, it was just a small, glowing speck, no larger than a ball.
Then it grew. Fast.
Its radiance outshone the sun, descending with an overwhelming, divine golden glow. Power pulsed from it, shaking the very air around them.
Satya's breath caught in his throat. His body, already battered and broken, felt an unnatural chill despite the heat rolling off that celestial force.
"What… is… that?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
He had already witnessed Manash's divine power. But this?
This was something else.
"That idiot's Gada (mace)," Suraj said flatly as he and Manash quickly moved up to them.
Satya's eyes widened. "His divine mace?"
Bikram, still looking up, suddenly stiffened. His expression shifted—urgency flashing across his face.
"We need to go," he said, his voice firm.
Manash and Suraj followed his gaze, and their expressions darkened.
Above them, the golden light had swelled—now larger than the sun, its brightness blinding. The sonic boom in the air intensified, reverberating through the forest, shaking the very ground beneath them.
"Oh no…" Manash muttered, his face twisting with concern.
"What's going on?" Satya asked, his voice laced with confusion.
Manash didn't answer—there was no time.
"We need to move—NOW!" he shouted, already rushing away from the three buildings behind them.
"If we don't get out of here, we're dead… all because of this idiot," Suraj muttered as he helped Satya move faster.
Bikram smirked but didn't hide the concern in his eyes. "I wouldn't regret it if you died."
"What do you mean we'll die?" Satya asked, his voice laced with confusion and growing worry.
"Don't worry. You'll see soon," Suraj replied, dragging him along as quickly as possible.
Manash followed behind, ensuring no Kravyads followed them. But as he tried, for his divine spear, his breath caught—he couldn't summon it. His strength was drained.
Meanwhile, the sonic boom intensified, an ear-splitting roar that shook the forest like an incoming missile. They ran as fast as they could, but was it far enough?
Above them, the sky burned.
As the second sun had appeared, glowing with pure, divine energy, closing in on the earth at an unimaginable speed.
The air itself seemed to tremble, as if nature braced for impact.
Then, they turned back—just in time to witness it.
A streak of golden radiance split the heavens apart, tearing toward the ground with unstoppable force and speed.
It struck the earth.
The second sun crashed down upon the buildings, and the world was consumed by blinding golden light.
For a fleeting moment, everything—stone, trees, concrete, ceased to exist, swallowed by the sheer magnitude of the impact.
Then came the explosion.
A shockwave erupted outward, ripping through the air with unrelenting force. The ground fractured, splitting apart as if the very earth had recoiled from the divine onslaught. A deafening roar, louder than thunder, shook the heavens themselves.
Then came the blast.
Dust. Air. Destruction.
The sheer force tore through the forest, uprooting trees like twigs, sending shattered debris hurtling like bullets. Jagged chunks of concrete and steel rained from the sky, descending upon them with deadly speed.
Bikram threw himself over Satya, shielding him with his body as the stone shrapnel shattered upon impact. Manash and Suraj barely had time to react, bracing themselves. But then—
The very air itself became a weapon.
A crushing force slammed into their bodies, hurling them backwards like leaves caught in a raging storm. The ground trembled beneath the weight of the divine explosion. Trees were ripped from their roots as if they were nothing, their trunks splintering mid-air. Debris rained down from the heavens—shattered stone, fractured steel, and splinters of what once stood.
For that single, shattering moment, the forest was unrecognizable. Nothing remained but chaos and the devastating aftermath of clashing divine power.