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The golden dome still shimmered.
The fire still smoldered.
But the battlefield… was mute.
The question echoed in every heart.
'Was Rudra gone?'
The suffocating silence inside the golden dome stretched… until—
BZZZTTT—CRACKK—
A sudden static sound buzzed from the walkie-talkies, radios, and even the phones that some carried in their pockets.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Sparks flickered across their devices, confusing the warriors who were confused what was happing to those devices.
Then it happened.
A low, thumping beat burst from every speaker at once.
🎵Tzzzz… khhhhhh… dzzzzhhhkkk…🎵
🎵BOOM… … … BOOM… … … BOOM…🎵
The battlefield froze in shock.
'What was this sound? This rhythm?'
The beat grew louder, fiercer, flowing like a war drum—
Yet it wasn't one.
It was something foreign, something no one had ever heard in this world.
The BGM of Kollywood's Master interval version, JD's theme, crackled through every device in unison.
{(A/N): The bgm link to those who want to experience it. After searching through several one this one adapt to the requirement.
Link: https://youtu.be/8jo-sj02IOQ?feature=shared
Hope you guys enjoy it.}
Dev whipped around sharply, his smirk faltering, eyes darting at the another end of the dome.
Outside, the stunned warriors exchanged bewildered looks.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Guru Arvind's lips slowly curved into a knowing smirk.
Smirk~
His aged eyes glimmered, and he muttered under his breath—
Just loud enough for those near him.
"He's not finished yet."
Anish Shetty's chuckle rolled out, light but full of meaning.
Chuckle~
He tilted his head toward the others,
Who were still frozen in confusion and mourning.
"Relax,"
Anish said, his eyes never leaving the dome.
"The fight… has officially started in the ring."
A ripple passed through their group.
Meena's tears halted mid-streak down her cheek, confusion mixing with hope.
Tejas' fists clenched tighter, his instincts screaming that something was about to change.
Even Junoo, still trembling with rage, felt her pulse quicken as the red glow in her eyes sharpened.
The BGM pounded across the battlefield, drowning despair, raising heartbeats.
🎵Rrrrrrrnnnnnngggggghhh… drrrrrrnnnnghhhhh…🎵
🎵Thud!… Thud!… Thud-thud-thud!🎵
🎵Vvvvvvrrrrrhhhhhmmm… krrrrrrnnnnnghhhhh…🎵
It wasn't just music—
It was a signal.
Inside that burning smoke, within the dome of divine energy, something was stirring.
Little Earlier...
Inside the golden dome...
The smoke still coiled like a living serpent, the firestorm from Dev's Agni Astra still crackling over Rudra's prone body.
His skin burned, blistered, tore—
Yet in the same breath, the golden shimmer of Brahmastra's energy threaded through him, weaving every torn fiber back together.
The pain was searing, endless, until—
[DING...]
[SYSTEM ALERT]
[Integration process forcibly interrupted...]
[Directive: Host must eliminate target [Dev] within containment dome.]
[Only then will Brahmastra fully acknowledge Host.]
Rudra's eyes twitched open, bloodshot but alive.
He felt every nerve screaming, every inch of his body on fire—
Yet he also felt the strange paradox of being mended, remade, by the Brahmastra's divine current.
His jaw clenched.
"…So it's him or me."
He felt like he wanted to smash that bastrad's face.
Atlast he managed to meet the women who gave birth to him.
But because of this bastard he was forced back here.
Without getting all his questions answered.
The system's voice chimed again, calm and mechanical even as his body burned.
[DING...]
[SYSTEM RECOMMENDATION]
[Current Astra resonance detected: Destruction & Prevention.]
[Directive: Defeat opponent using these functions to unlock full synchronization.]
Rudra's breath came ragged.
"____"
'Destruction and Prevention… that's all I have right now. Then I'll tear him apart with it.'
His fists tightened against the scorched earth, golden cracks of energy running along his veins.
"System,"
He growled between his teeth,
"Activate… BGM Booster."
The response was immediate.
[DING...]
[BGM BOOSTER ONLINE]
[Available Tracks🎵: CJ Whoopty // Believer // ???]
[Optimal track selected for combat scenario:]
The third slot, which had always been locked behind nothing but question marks, shimmered.
Letters flickered into clarity one by one until the name pulsed bright across his vision.
[🎵MASTER'S INTERVAL – JD BGM.]
[Skill Activation Complete]
[DING...]
[Reflex +35%]
[Strength +30%]
[Pain Nullification +45%]
[Bonus +2% per additional enemy engaged in hand-to-hand combat.]
Rudra's body convulsed as if struck by lightning—
Then steadied.
The fire no longer felt like pain.
It was a drumbeat, an anthem rising inside him.
And then—
The sound.
The beat dropped.
🎵Tzzzz… khhhhhh… dzzzzhhhkkk…🎵
🎵BOOM… … … BOOM… … … BOOM…🎵
Present...
The dome trembled.
Smoke split apart.
Outside, devices screeched with static and began to echo the same rhythm across the battlefield.
The JD BGM filled the air, alien yet primal, and every warrior froze.
Rudra slowly rose, his shadow cutting through the flames.
His body glowed with a golden outline, eyes burning like molten suns.
With every step he took forward,
The ground cracked under his heel, synced perfectly with the pounding of the BGM.
Guru Arvind smirk widened knowingly outside.
Smirk~
Anish Shetty chuckled, folding his arms.
Chuckle~
Amirtha's eyes widened the moment Rudra stepped out of the smoke, his body unharmed and wreathed in flames that no longer seemed to consume him.
"____"
Relief struck her so suddenly that her knees buckled beneath her.
She couldn't even imagine what would happen if Rudra were to fall here—
Her chest tightened at the thought.
Tears blurred her vision, slipping down her cheeks freely.
A gentle hand pressed against her shoulder.
Junoo knelt beside her, trying to offer comfort.
But when Amirtha turned to look, she froze.
"____"
Junoo's face was streaked with tears too, trembling as she tried to hold herself together.
Both of them, along with the rest who stood outside the shimmering dome, turned their desperate gazes toward Guru Arvind and Anish Shetty.
They had watched the smoke with something other than fear—
Something closer to certainty.
"How…?"
Amirtha's voice cracked, barely more than a whisper.
Guru Arvind exhaled slowly, eyes fixed on Rudra's blazing figure.
Sigh~
His lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.
"It's a strange habit of his,"
He said quietly.
"When Rudra gets serious… he plays music."
Amirtha blinked through her tears.
"____"
"____"
Junoo's breath caught.
Anish Shetty chuckled softly, nodding in agreement.
Chuckle~
"We found out about it earlier,"
He explained.
"Back when Rudra came to hospital to vist me along with Guru Arvind… when he saved my family. The moment the fight turned real, the music began."
The words hung in the air, heavy with both reassurance and anticipation.
Outside the dome, grief gave way to confusion, and confusion gave way to hope.
Inside, with the Master's Interval roaring like a war cry,
🎵Vvvvvvrrrrrhhhhhmmm… krrrrrrnnnnnghhhhh…🎵
🎵Haaahhh… oooohhh… haaaahhh…🎵
🎵BOOM-BOOM-BOOM! Rnnnghhhhh-drrrrnnghhhhh!🎵
Rudra's true fight had only just begun.
Dev's face twisted in unrestrained rage the moment he saw Rudra standing before him, wielding the Brahmāstra.
His eyes burned hotter than his flames, veins bulging across his temple.
That Astra, that power—
It should have been his.
Ahhh!
With a guttural roar,
Dev thrust both hands forward.
Scarlet flames of the Agni Astra burst forth in a violent torrent, twisting and writhing like serpents eager to devour their prey.
The firestorm surged toward Rudra with the weight of a collapsing mountain.
But Rudra stood his ground.
His eyes sharpened, and golden light welled up from the Brahmāstra.
With a single motion, he released it—
Not as a blast, but as a radiant wave that unfurled before him.
The clash was cataclysmic.
THUUUDD!!!
The golden brilliance collided with Dev's raging inferno, splitting the battlefield in two.
From above, it looked like a crescent moon suspended in the dome, one half shimmering gold, the other blazing red.
But the balance didn't last.
Slowly, hungrily, the Brahmāstra's divine radiance began devouring the crimson flames,
Burning them away as though they were nothing more than dry leaves.
Dev's eyes widened—
"____"
Then narrowed in fury.
Frown~
His teeth ground together, jaw tight with envy and disbelief.
'It should be me wielding that power.'
With a roar that shook the dome itself,
Dev's body erupted in flame.
The fire didn't just surround him—
It shaped itself, forming a towering avatar of molten fury.
A gigantic body of flame wrapped around him, its fists clenched, its face twisted into a mask of wrath.
The ground quaked as the fiery construct raised one massive arm and hurled it down in a devastating punch toward Rudra.
But Rudra didn't flinch.
Instead, he moved.
In a blur of speed heightened by the Master's Interval and his peak human stats,
Rudra sidestepped the crashing blow.
BOOM!
Heat rippled against his skin, but the flames that once burned him now licked harmlessly across his body.
In the same breath, He leapt—
Planting his foot directly on the flaming arm as though it were solid ground.
Gasps erupted outside the dome.
With effortless balance,
Rudra sprinted up the length of the blazing limb, golden light trailing his steps like a comet's tail.
The flame construct tried to shake him off, but the fire clung uselessly, unable to harm him anymore.
🎵BOOM-BOOM-BOOM! Rnnnghhhhh-drrrrnnghhhhh!🎵
🎵Thum! Thum! Thum!—BOOOMMMM!🎵
Dev's eyes followed him, growing darker, colder.
"____"
His heart thundered with only one thought.
'If divine energy shields the brat, then brute force will crush him.'
The fiery avatar raised both arms this time,
BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM!
Its molten fists smashing down again and again, each strike shaking the dome like thunder.
Stone cracked, air shrieked, the very fabric of the battlefield distorted under the clash of divine and demonic power.
Yet Rudra remained in motion—
Slipping between blows, vaulting over burning fists, sliding across the arm of the construct like a warrior dancing on a battlefield lit by fire and gold.
His face was set, eyes glowing with focus, every movement sharpened by the rhythm of his BGM booster.
🎵Thum! Thum! Thum!—BOOOMMMM!🎵
🎵Vvrrrrrrhhhhhmmmmmmmmm—kshhhhhh!🎵
…fade…
🎵Brrrnnnnghhhhhh… dzzzzztttttt…🎵
Dev snarled as the fiery avatar under his control lunged again,
Its colossal hands clawing at Rudra like a predator grasping for prey.
But Rudra was too quick—
His movements sharpened by the pulse of the Master's Interval.
He darted from one flaming hand to the other, each dodge graceful, each step balanced as though he were dancing across pillars of fire.
"____"
To Dev, the boy's evasions were maddening.
"Like a cockroach,"
He spat under his breath, veins bulging across his forehead.
He clenched his jaw and slammed the avatar's palm together, hoping to crush Rudra in its grasp.
Thud.
But Rudra had already slipped free.
With a fluid leap, he sprinted straight toward the head of the burning colossus, golden light blazing in his wake.
The fiery avatar's eyes flared, and Dev, panicked, swung its massive hand to intercept him.
"____"
Too late.
Rudra vaulted into the air, the world slowing around him.
In his palm, energy coalesced—
Golden, searing, divine.
The Brahmāstra's light condensed into a sphere so bright it seemed to pull the air itself toward it, crackling with raw, unbridled might.
Dev snarled and ordered the avatar to catch him,
But in his frenzy the massive construct swung too wide—
BOOM!
Its own hand smashing across its burning face with a deafening BOOM.
Flames erupted outward as the colossus staggered from the self-inflicted blow, embers raining down in furious sparks.
Rudra hung for a heartbeat in the air above it, his eyes blazing like twin suns.
Then, with a roar that echoed through the dome,
He hurled the concentrated Brahmāstra energy downward.
"RAAAH!"
The golden sphere slammed into the avatar's flaming skull.
The explosion that followed shook the battlefield to its core.
A spiderweb of glowing cracks tore across the avatar's flaming visage, lines of light racing down its fiery body as if it were glass about to shatter.
BOOOOM! FLASH!
The impact detonated with a blinding flash,
So brilliant that even the observers outside the dome had to shield their eyes.
Whoosh!
A shockwave ripped through the air, scattering embers like meteors and sending dust and smoke spiraling upward into a choking, rolling cloud.
The ground trembled.
The dome itself groaned under the unleashed force.
For a moment, nothing could be seen but the storm of dust and golden fire filling the battlefield.
The onlookers outside—
Amirtha, Junoo, Guru Arvind, Anish Shetty, Tejas, and the others—
Stood frozen, their faces pale, their breaths caught in their throats.
The question hung heavy in the silence that followed.
'Was the fiery giant destroyed… or was Dev still standing?'
As the dust cloud thinned, the battlefield came into focus.
There lay Dev—
His massive fiery avatar shattered and gone, his mortal body sprawled in the middle of the spider-webbed cracks that spread like fractures across the earth.
His chest heaved, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
And standing over him—
One foot planted firmly on his chest—
Was Rudra.
His figure radiated golden light, the Brahmāstra energy shimmering faintly around him, his eyes blazing with both power and wrath.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Dev's gaze locked onto him with burning unwillingness.
He refused to bow, even in defeat.
Gritting his teeth, he clawed at the ground, scooped up a handful of dirt, and flung it upward.
The mud splattered against Rudra's face, aiming to blind him, to buy a single second.
Just one second—
That's all he needed to turn the tables.
Dev's body tensed, gathering the last reserves of his strength, preparing to strike.
But before he could move—
CRACK!
Rudra's fist slammed down across his jaw, snapping his head to the side.
"____"
It wasn't imbued with Brahmāstra's divine energy—
No, it was far more primal.
It was pure, unfiltered fury.
Dev reeled, spitting blood.
Another blow crashed into his cheek.
Then another.
And another.
Each strike came faster, heavier, shaking the ground beneath them.
Rudra's rage boiled over, his voice trembling as he growled through clenched teeth.
Just moments before,
He had demanded answers from the system—
"Where were Shiva and Sandeep? Why weren't they outside the dome with the others?"
The system's reply cut deeper than any blade.
[Sandeep is critically injured by Dev. He hovers at the brink of death… despite Anvi's healing Astra, there are no results.]
[Shiva has forcibly broken his limiter, sacrificing his vitality. He too lies under Anvi's care… on the verge of death.]
Those words lit a fire within Rudra far greater than any flame Dev could conjure.
His fists blurred as they descended again and again, battering Dev's face, cracking the earth beneath his head with each impact.
"YOU—" CRASH!
"WILL—" CRASH!
"PAY—" CRASH!
"FOR—" CRASH!
"EVERYTHING!" CRASH!
Blood sprayed.
Dev's lips split, his nose shattered, his face reduced to a bruised, swollen mess.
"____"
And still Rudra didn't stop.
The Brahmāstra's glow pulsed around his frame,
But his fists carried only raw human vengeance.
Outside the dome...
Thud. Thud.
Thud. Thud.
"____"
"____"
"____"
The others froze as the sound carried out—
The thud, thud, thud of relentless strikes,
The ground itself trembling in rhythm.
Amirtha clutched Junoo's arm, both wide-eyed, their tears mixing with relief and terror.
Guru Arvind's lips curled into a grim smile.
"He's furious… but this time, it's not the Brahmāstra guiding him. It's his heart."
All the while, the unseen rhythm of the Master's Interval BGM rolled like thunder,
🎵BOOM… … … BOOM… … … BOOM…🎵
🎵Rrrrrrrnnnnnngggggghhh… drrrrrrnnnnghhhhh…🎵
Each beat syncing with Rudra's fists, turning the battle into something more than a fight—
Into a merciless declaration.
Inside the dome...
Dev coughed blood, his vision blurring.
Cough~ Cough~
For the first time, true fear flickered in his maddened eyes.
Dev's battered body convulsed beneath Rudra's unrelenting blows, blood dripping from his lips in ragged streams.
His mind screamed that he couldn't lose—
Not here, not to this boy chosen over him.
With the last of his strength, his chest heaved, and fire surged around his trembling hands.
The flames gathered violently, twisting and spiraling until they solidified into a molten trident,
Its edges dripping with liquid fire, sizzling as if the weapon itself wanted to devour the air.
With a guttural roar, Dev thrust upward.
AHHH!
The trident speared toward Rudra's abdomen, glowing hot enough to melt stone.
For a split second, victory gleamed in Dev's eyes—
"____"
This would pierce, this would end it.
But—
CLANG!
Rudra's palm snapped forward, seizing the molten shaft bare-handed.
Golden Brahmāstra energy flared around him, swallowing the weapon's flames.
Dev's eyes widened in disbelief.
"____"
Before he could react,
Rudra's other hand came down like a blade.
SHHHK!
The molten trident snapped in two,
Its fiery glow instantly dimming as golden light devoured it.
And in the same motion—
Rudra reversed the broken shard and drove it straight into Dev's chest.
CRACK!
A burst of golden energy tore through the weapon, running along its length and exploding into Dev's body.
His scream shattered the air, guttural and unwilling.
His flesh began to fissure, glowing cracks splitting across his skin like a porcelain doll breaking apart.
"NO! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!"
Dev roared, his voice raw with rage and despair.
Piece by piece, his body disintegrated, chunks of him flaking away into glowing fragments that scattered like burning embers in the wind.
His eyes—
Once burning with madness—
Dimmed to hollow sockets of defeat.
"____"
With one final, unwilling roar,
Dev's form crumbled completely, dissolving into dust that scattered inside the dome, consumed by the Brahmāstra's light.
Silence fell.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Rudra stood alone in the golden glow, his chest heaving, the broken molten shard still in his hand.
His aura burned brighter than ever, the Brahmāstra humming around him—
Not just as a weapon, but as if acknowledging him, accepting him.
Outside the dome...
Every ally and foe alike stared in stunned silence.
The monster who had once wielded twenty Astras… was gone.
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