Ethan's eyes blazed with fury, turning crimson as his rage consumed him. His voice roared across the battlefield, "What have you done?!" His aura surged with raw, untamed power. As Prakamya tried to strike, plunging a sword into Ethan's chest, the weapon vaporized instantly upon contact, disintegrating into nothingness.
Prakamya staggered back, shocked. "How...?!" it muttered, bewildered.
Ethan stood tall, his voice seething with intensity, "This is the true Sasa power." A radiant white aura erupted around him, blanketing the world in a blinding light. The battlefield quivered under the sheer magnitude of his unleashed energy. "You think you can destroy this?" he growled.
Prakamya's form began to waver as the white room absorbed its power, but it smirked, undeterred. "Your power is impressive... but it won't be enough to defeat me." With a sickening crack, the white room shattered once again, unable to contain the force of Prakamya's power.
Ethan, wide-eyed, whispered in disbelief, "No... this is my full power." Desperation filled his voice as he felt his strength faltering.
Prakamya's laughter echoed menacingly. "You cannot defeat me with your pathetic powers." In a flash, a sword pierced Ethan's chest, this time not vaporizing. Blood poured from the wound as Ethan fell to his knees, his life force ebbing away. He looked at Yohan with pained eyes, as if passing on the final hope to his son.
Yohan stood frozen, his voice gone, his mind reeling. His father had just been cut down before him. Ethan collapsed to the ground, dead, joining Pyro in death.
Kofi, standing nearby, looked on in horror. "No... what is this...?" His voice cracked, unable to comprehend the tragedy unfolding before them.
Misaki's face was pale with fear and despair. "We're done for...," she whispered, almost too stunned to speak.
Old Man Kapil clenched his fists, his voice grim but determined. "We have to stop this Siddhi... before it destroys everything."
Henry, stepping forward, added, "Yes, Kofi... we can't let it end like this. We need to face it head-on."
But Misaki, her voice shaking with grief, interrupted, "Can't you see? Pyro and Ethan... they were defeated in minutes... We're ants compared to the power of this Siddhi."
The grim reality of the situation settled in, and hope seemed to fade as they stood facing the unrelenting power of Prakamya.
Prakamya sneered, "It's time to kill all of you." It locked eyes on Yohan and charged towards him with deadly speed. In an instant, Kofi intervened, using his immense speed to cut down Prakamya's head in a single, swift motion. But the victory was short-lived, as Prakamya's body regenerated instantly. With a powerful punch, Kofi was thrown across the battlefield.
Prakamya turned its gaze back to Yohan. "You're powerless now, Yohan. This will be easy," it taunted, crushing Yohan's head in its grip. Yohan's lifeless body collapsed to the ground.
Old Man Kapil gasped, "No way... Yohan!" His voice was filled with disbelief.
Henry shouted, "Yohan!" But there was nothing he could do.
Kofi, shaken by Yohan's death, felt an uncontrollable rage rise within him. His aura exploded, radiating power as his fury fueled him. He turned to Old Man Kapil and Henry. "Stay back. I'll kill that thing." Kofi's speed became blindingly fast, cutting Prakamya's body into pieces again and again.
Prakamya, struggling to regenerate as quickly as Kofi tore it apart, for the first time, felt the cold grip of fear. "His speed... it's insane. If this continues, I'll die." Prakamya thought desperately. "I can't defeat him head-on... I have to distract him." A sinister plan formed in its mind.
A sword appeared, hurtling toward Misaki. Kofi sensed the attack and, in a blur of motion, rushed to intercept it. But even with his speed, he wasn't fast enough. The sword pierced through Kofi's chest, blood staining the ground beneath him.
Prakamya grinned darkly. "Got you."
Kofi collapsed on the ground, his body weakening as blood poured from the wound. Prakamya smirked, "Now it's time to finish off the rest of your friends." With a wave of its hand, Prakamya unleashed a powerful energy attack, intending to obliterate everyone.
But suddenly, the energy was destroyed mid-air.
Prakamya's eyes widened in shock. "What... how?" It turned around to see Yohan standing tall, his expression dark and ominous. One of his wings had turned a deep, unnatural green, glowing with a menacing energy.
"How did you survive, Yohan?" Prakamya asked, trembling at the sight.
Yohan gave a cold smile. "Yohan?" he said mockingly. "I'm not Yohan. I am Lucas."
Prakamya's face went pale. "L-Lucas?! The one who sealed the Samodiva queen in hell?" Panic filled Prakamya's mind as it attempted to flee. But it was too late.
Lucas reached out and grabbed Prakamya with ease. As soon as his hand touched Prakamya, the monstrous creature's entire energy nullified in an instant. "You're not going anywhere."
Suddenly, a shadowy figure began to materialize above them, its form dark and ethereal. It spoke with a sinister tone, "Thank you for releasing me, Lord Lucas. Now I am free to do as I please... and I no longer have any intention of serving Ashura."
Lucas stared coldly at the figure, his grip still tight on Prakamya, as the tides of battle shifted in his favor.