As Ashura casually summoned a grand, dark throne and seated himself upon it, a smirk played across his lips. "I am going to enjoy this," he said, his eyes gleaming with malice. "But first, defeat my Siddhis. Then, perhaps, I'll engage with you myself." He gestured lazily as the Ashta Siddhi stood before Pyro and Ethan, their ominous forms ready for battle.
Ethan, undeterred, raised his hands and conjured the White Room, an empty dimension where no external power could interfere. The stark, endless space stretched around them, isolating their battle from the outside world. "Now your end is here," Ethan said, his voice firm and resolute.
But before he could act, one of the Siddhis stepped forward. Its hand was engraved with the word "Prakamya," and it stared directly into Ethan's eyes. "You can't defeat me," Prakamya said in a calm, almost mocking tone.
Suddenly, Ethan's White Room began to crack, shattering like fragile glass. Ethan's eyes widened in shock as the dimension collapsed around him. "No way," he whispered, unable to comprehend how his ultimate technique could be so easily destroyed.
Prakamya chuckled softly, its voice filled with confidence. "My ability is to turn imagination into reality. In this world, anything I imagine comes true. You cannot escape from me."
In the distance, Ashura observed the scene with amusement, speaking quietly to himself. "Oh, so you're coming here. Fine. It's going to be fun." His words seemed to carry a dark anticipation, as if he knew of an unseen force approaching.
Meanwhile, Pyro wasted no time. He raised his hand and activated his second divine sign. A brilliant explosion of energy erupted, blasting Prakamya into the air. "That's the power of a god," Pyro declared, his voice booming with authority.
However, Prakamya's body regenerated in an instant, reforming as if nothing had happened. It hovered in the air, looking down at Pyro with disdain. "God's power? That's trash compared to mine," it taunted, then turned its head slightly toward Ashura. "Lord Ashura, you should head to heaven and hell. I will take care of these little children."
Ashura rose from his chair, nodding with satisfaction. "Thank you, Prakamya. The rest of you, come with me. It's time to conquer the heavens." With that, Ashura and the remaining seven Siddhis disappeared, leaving Prakamya alone to deal with Pyro and Ethan.
Pyro and Ethan stood side by side, their expressions grim as Prakamya turned its full attention to them. Pyro attempted to use his sealing power, summoning ancient runes to trap Prakamya. But, to his horror, nothing worked. The Siddhi remained unfazed, its grin widening.
Without warning, a sharp pain pierced through Pyro's chest. He looked down in disbelief to see a gleaming sword embedded in him. Blood dripped from the wound, and Ethan's face went pale with shock. "How...?!" Ethan gasped.
Pyro staggered, clutching the sword, his eyes filled with confusion and pain. "No... this can't be..."
Prakamya let out a sinister laugh, the sound echoing around them. "You are a complete idiot, Pyro," it sneered. "You thought you could stand against a Siddhi? You're nothing compared to me."
Pyro fell to one knee, struggling to remain conscious, while Ethan stood frozen, his mind racing. They had gravely underestimated the power of this enemy, and now, with Ashura heading to the heavens and Prakamya mercilessly toying with them, the situation had become far worse than they could have ever imagined.
As Pyro lay on the ground, weakened but not defeated, he growled through gritted teeth, "It's not over." His voice was strained, but his willpower remained unshaken.
Prakamya stood before him, laughing darkly. "You're going to die, Pyro. You've failed as a god. You're nothing but a dying flame, flickering out."
With a surge of strength, Pyro roared, "3rd Sign... Transformation!" The entire world seemed to tremble in response. A pulse of immense energy exploded from Pyro's body, radiating outward like a shockwave. The sky darkened, and the world cracked beneath him. His aura burned with a force that could be felt across the battlefield.
Prakamya's expression faltered, fear creeping into its eyes. "Impossible... That's god power... The 3rd Sign!" It stood in disbelief, sensing the immense magnitude of Pyro's newfound strength.
Without hesitation, Pyro rushed forward, moving faster than Prakamya could process. "It's over," Pyro declared as he closed the distance.
But Prakamya sneered, quickly regaining composure. "Farewell, Pyro." With a swift motion, it plunged its sword deep into Pyro's chest. The divine energy radiating from Pyro's body shattered, and he was cut down. Blood splattered as Pyro's form was brutally torn apart, reduced to pieces.
"No!" Yohan screamed in agony, watching his father fall to pieces before him. His voice echoed across the battlefield, filled with despair.
Ethan stood frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. "What is happening?" he muttered, struggling to comprehend the sight of Pyro's brutal death.
At that moment, Kofi, Misaki, and the others arrived at the battlefield. Kofi's face was pale as he stared at the remains of his grandfather. His voice trembled, "Grandpa...? No way... this can't be happening." Tears welled in his eyes as the weight of the loss settled.
Misaki's voice shook as she took in the scene, "Pyro... dead?" she whispered, disbelief and grief crashing over her.
The battlefield, once filled with fierce determination, was now consumed by the overwhelming grief and despair of those who had witnessed Pyro's fall.