Ashura, still stunned by what just happened, heard a deep, echoing voice resonate through the heavens: "You thought it was real, Ashura?"
He spun around, his eyes narrowing as he saw the silhouette of a familiar figure emerging from the shadows. His expression turned from surprise to recognition. "No... it can't be," Ashura muttered under his breath.
The figure stepped forward, his aura radiating with an ancient power. "Did you forget me, my son?" the voice asked calmly, but with an undeniable authority.
Ashura's eyes widened as the truth settled in. "Zephyr..." he whispered, his voice betraying a mix of shock and frustration. "I thought I had conquered you long ago."
Zephyr smiled faintly, his presence now fully revealed. "You didn't defeat me, Ashura. You only bested a fraction of my power. You have yet to face the full force of the sasa Clan's might."
Ashura clenched his fists, dark energy swirling around him. "I've destroyed gods! Do you think you can stand in my way?"
Zephyr's eyes gleamed with the wisdom of ages and a hint of amusement. "Let's see who will truly prevail, Ashura."
Without another word, the air between them thickened with tension as the battle began.
Zephyr moved with lightning speed, his energy flowing like the wind itself. Ashura unleashed a barrage of dark energy blasts, each one capable of leveling entire cities. But Zephyr danced through the chaos, effortlessly avoiding the attacks.
"Is this the best you can do?" Zephyr taunted, his voice calm even amidst the raging battle.
Ashura growled in frustration, summoning more power, his body crackling with dark lightning. "I will not be mocked by you!" He thrust his hand forward, sending a massive wave of dark energy toward Zephyr.
But Zephyr raised his hand, and with a swift motion, the energy dispersed as if it had been nothing more than a breeze. Ashura's eyes flared with rage as Zephyr smirked.
"You're still relying on brute force, Ashura. But power without control is meaningless."
With a sudden burst of speed, Zephyr closed the gap between them and struck Ashura with a powerful blow, sending him crashing into the clouds below. The heavens shook as Ashura roared in anger, quickly regaining his footing.
"You think you can lecture me?" Ashura sneered, his eyes glowing with malice. "You're nothing but a relic of the past, Zephyr!"
Zephyr floated above him, his presence serene but unwavering. "And you are a fool who still doesn't understand that there are powers greater than yours."
Ashura charged again, but this time Zephyr summoned a whirlwind that enveloped him. The force was so intense that even Ashura struggled to maintain his balance. The winds slashed at him, tearing through his defenses.
"You've grown strong, but strength alone won't save you," Zephyr said, his voice echoing through the storm.
Ashura managed to break free, his body bloodied but his determination undiminished. "Enough of this! I will end you, once and for all!" he roared, summoning the full force of his seven siddhi transformation.
Zephyr, however, remained calm, his aura growing brighter and more intense. "Then let's finish this."
The final clash began. Ashura, in his full transformed state, unleashed everything he had. His dark energy clashed against Zephyr's power, shaking the heavens themselves. But Zephyr, with the grace and precision of the wind, countered every attack with ease.
As the battle raged on, Ashura began to realize that this wasn't just a fight of strength. Zephyr's power wasn't just physical—it was tied to something far deeper, something Ashura had long forgotten.
With a final, mighty strike, Zephyr knocked Ashura to the ground, leaving him panting and drained.
Ashura struggled to rise, glaring up at Zephyr. "This... this isn't over."
Zephyr hovered above him, his expression calm but firm. "It is, Ashura. You may have power, but without understanding, it will always betray you."
With those words, Zephyr turned and began to walk away, leaving Ashura in the midst of the wreckage, still seething but knowing deep down that the battle was over.