[Time : 19 August 2115 evening]
Dibang Valley Arunachal Pradesh
A shadow suddenly reached behind Jay, its presence twisting the very air around it. The atmosphere grew dense, heavy with an unnatural pressure that sent chills down the spines of the heroes. The once vibrant forest seemed to darken, as if the very land recoiled from the entity's existence.
Its aura was suffocating—thick, corrosive, and filled with malice so intense that it felt like a physical force pressing down on them. The temperature dropped instantly, and a strange distortion rippled through the air around the creature, warping reality itself. It wasn't just an ordinary Srapit Aatma,this was something far worse.
Hirak(through comunicator) : Jay a Top tier maha khatarnak srapit aatma detected right behind you !!
Maharshi(shouting): Jay Behind you..!!
Zeel(shouting) : Look back, Jay..!!
The Srapit Aatma had a humanoid form. Before Jay could react, its grotesque claws plunged into his back, piercing through his flesh with ease. Blood splattered onto the ground.
Maharshi(eye widening in horror): JAAAAYYY...!!
Jay coughed violently, blood dripping from his lips as his body trembled from the shock.
Zeel(struggle to keep her aim) : what...what is this thing?
Slowly, the creature's aura began to shift, its dark energy unraveling to reveal its true form. The eerie glow of its eyes became sharper, its twisted smirk coming into focus.
And then Maharshi's expression changed. His face went pale. His body stiffened as he stared at the figure before him, his mind drowning in memories he wished had been erased.
The nightmare had returned.
Maharshi(in trauma) : You ?
Mahito(in sinister smile) : It's been a while Maharshi.
Maharshi's eyes burned with fury, snapping out of his trance. His hands clenched into fists, his voice dripping with rage.
Maharshi(in angry tone) : Y-You basterd.
Suddenly Pratham launch himself at Mahito from behind, aiming to slice him in half. But with terrifying speed, Mahito effortlessly yanked his claw from Jay's back, dodging Pratham's attack with ease.
Jay collapsed, blood pouring from his wound, his breathing ragged.
Hirak sprinted from the ship, medikit in hand, rushing toward Zeel to assist. But in a flash, Mahito vanished—reappearing right behind Hirak with blinding speed.
Hirak sensed the overwhelming presence but found himself frozen in place. His body refused to move.
A split second before Mahito could strike—
CLANG!
Maharshi's sword intercepted Mahito's claws, sparks flying from the impact. The sheer force sent shockwaves rippling through the ground.
Mahito barely stumbled before recovering, his twisted grin widening. Without hesitation, he lunged at Hirak again—
BANG!
A single gunshot echoed through the valley.
Zeel had fired a perfect headshot. The bullet pierced Mahito's skull, blasting half his face away.
But the horror wasn't over.
Before the heroes could even breathe, Mahito's head instantly regenerated.
His sinister grin returned, wider than before.
The heroes felt a cold dread settle over them.
Zeel (whispering, horrified) : Impossible…
The battle had just begun.
Maharshi: Hirak, focus on reviving Jay! We'll handle him!
Hirak nods, sweat dripping from his forehead as he desperately works to close Jay's wound. His hands tremble as he applies the medikit, but the wound refuses to heal properly. A dark aura pulses from within Jay's body, rejecting all treatment.
Hirak (panicking):Jay, stay with me! We'll save you… just hang on!
Maharshi clenches his fists, his mind racing.
Maharshi(thinking) : If only we had brought a healer… this wouldn't have been this bad! Damn it! If I let Mahito escape again, then…! No—I won't let that happen!
Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind erupts as Mahito moves—too fast for the human eye to track.
BAM!
Mahito's fist slams into Maharshi's stomach, sending him flying out of the battlefield and crashing through multiple trees. Pratham roars in fury, launching himself at Mahito, his sword flashing in the dim light. But Mahito sidesteps effortlessly, and with a single swipe of his clawed hand, he nearly tears through Pratham's throat.
Pratham barely manages to dodge, but a deep gash forms on his shoulder, making him stagger backward.
Before Mahito can finish Pratham off, a flurry of gunshots echoes through the battlefield.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Zeel fires rapidly, each shot landing precisely
on Mahito's weak spots. This time, she aims for his legs
—trying to slow him down. Mahito hisses in annoyance as one of his legs is blown clean off. His body topples to the ground, and before he can react—Pratham charges in from behind, unleashing his signature attack—[Attack Name].
The ground quakes
from the impact as Pratham's attack collides with Mahito's back, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Zeel doesn't let up, firing two more shots directly at Mahito's head.
BAM! BAM!
Mahito's skull shatters into pieces. But then… Regeneration.
The battlefield falls into silence. Pratham and Zeel stand frozen, staring in disbelief as Mahito's body twists and reforms—his leg, his back, even his crushed skull regenerates instantly.
Zeel (whispering, horrified) : He... he just grew back his entire head...
Mahito stretches, cracking his neck, his face splitting into a sinister grin.
Mahito (mocking): Oh? That almost hurt. Are we finally getting serious?
WHOOSH!
Before he can strike, a blazing inferno erupts across the battlefield—Maharshi is back.
Maharshi:"अग्नि यन्त्र! धर्मस्य दिव्यज्वाला प्रकटस्व, सर्वापदां दाहं कुरु!"
A colossal explosion of fire engulfs Mahito, the very air screaming from the intensity of the flames.The sky glows red as waves of pure destruction spread outward, reducing the battlefield to a charred wasteland.
BOOOOOM!
Smoke and ash billow into the sky, covering the battlefield in darkness. The heroes shield their eyes, unable to see through the blinding inferno.
But then—
A shadow leaps from the flames.
Mahito emerges—his body burned, but still alive.He grins, but before he can react—Maharshi's Lightning Strike – Vidhyut Yantra
CRACK!
A flash of blue lightning
splits the sky as Maharshi vanishes in a blur of speed.
Mahito barely has time to dodge before a searing blade pierces his chest.
Maharshi:How is it, Mahito? Hope you understand pain now.
Mahito lets out a choked laugh, blood dripping from his lips.
Mahito (grinning weakly): There's someone who knows pain more than me... am I right?
Maharshi's expression darkens. His grip tightens on the sword, and he raises it—ready to behead Mahito.But—
Mahito moves.
He dodges at the last second, leaping into the sky.
Zeel fires another barrage of energy bullets, but Mahito twists in midair, dodging them with ease.Pratham sees an opening.
Pratham (shouting):"कालप्रहार !"
His attack slams into Mahito midair, sending him crashing into a tree, where he hangs helplessly from a broken branch.
As Maharshi and Pratham lock eyes, they both recognize the perfect opportunity—Mahito is wounded but not yet defeated.
Maharshi (determined, gripping his sword tighter): "This ends here, Mahito!"
Pratham, standing beside him, flicks his twin swords, their blades glowing with energy, his breathing calm but fierce.
Pratham: "No regeneration will save you this time."
They sprint forward, their movements perfectly synchronized, their combined energy shaking the very ground beneath them. But suddenly—
A deafening screech pierces the battlefield.
From the dark, those accursed Srapit Aatma birds return, their wings blotting out the sky as they rain down a storm of laser blades upon the heroes.
Counterattack—Zeel's Bhu Yantra!
But this time, the heroes are ready.
Zeel's eyes burn with focus as she slams both hands onto the ground. A pulse of divine energy surges through her veins, and the earth trembles beneath her command.
Zeel: "भू यन्त्र! भू देवी, अपने पुत्रों की रक्षा करो!"
The ground erupts—massive stone pillars shoot up like giant spears, creating a stairway of floating boulders leading toward the sky.
Maharshi and Pratham don't hesitate—they leap from rock to rock, deflecting laser blades mid-air, slashing through one Srapit Aatma bird after another.
The battlefield turns into chaos—a dance of steel, fire, and stone.
With every sword swing, the birds explode into black mist, their screeches fading one by one.
Now, only Mahito remains.
Zeel from the right.
Pratham from the left.
Maharshi from the front.
Their movements are like a storm closing in—unstoppable, calculated, and merciless. All are so confident that this battle is about to finish.
Maharshi : Mahito it is end now !!
But Mahito again show his sinister grin said
Mahito : In your bloodline's dream..
To be continue