Blood stained the battlefield as Ravihiro collapsed, his vision blurring while the pain from the gaping wound in his chest pulsed through his body. The clash of swords, the roars of warriors, and the screams of the dying faded into the background as his mind drifted into darkness.
Haruno, Huotang, Kalki, and Rumina saw Ravihiro's condition from afar, their eyes widening in shock and rage. They moved to rush towards him, but their opponents, sensing the opportunity, pressed harder, forcing them to stay engaged in their own brutal battles. Determination burned in their eyes, and they unleashed their full might.
Haruno's twin blades danced through the battlefield, slicing through her opponents with unparalleled precision, flames flickering around her like a raging inferno. Kalki's fists shattered the very ground as he parried attacks, his body gleaming with an unbreakable resolve. Huotang's spear blurred, striking like a divine dragon, while Rumina's shadowy movements left afterimages as she fought with deadly elegance.
Meanwhile, within Ravihiro's spiritual space, his soul drifted through an endless void. He was floating, weightless, staring into the abyss, feeling an eerie calm wash over him. A voice echoed from the darkness, deep and ancient.
"Has your time my come? Is this the end of Ravihiro, the one who always chased after death?"
A memory resurfaced—his meeting with Ravana. The great demon king sat upon his throne, his ten heads watching Ravihiro with curiosity.
"Boy, do you fear death?" Ravana had asked.
Ravihiro had met his gaze and smirked. "Fear? No. I've been waiting for it."
Ravana's laughter had boomed across the chamber. "Then you are a fool! Death is not something to await. It is something to conquer!"
The memory faded, and suddenly, crimson darkness began to emerge, creeping through his spiritual space like a living entity. It slithered and coiled around his soul, consuming everything. The abyss rumbled, and a surge of raw power crackled through the void.
Outside, as Krishima was walking away, he suddenly froze. A shiver ran down his spine, and an overwhelming pressure filled the battlefield. Every Avatar, every warrior, every beast, stopped mid-battle. Haruno, Rumina, Huotang, and Kalki all turned toward Ravihiro's fallen body, sensing the change. Even the most battle-hardened fighters felt an indescribable presence.
Krishima turned back slowly, his instincts screaming at him.
Then he saw it.
Ravihiro's body stood upright. His wound still bled, yet he did not falter. His aura—no, his very existence—had transformed into something utterly terrifying.
A three-eyed mask had formed over his face, its design ancient and demonic, pulsating with a sinister glow. The battlefield fell into complete silence, as if the world itself feared what had just awakened.
Krishima narrowed his eyes. "What... are you?"
Ravihiro's head tilted slightly, his body shrouded in an aura so dense it distorted reality itself. A low, inhuman chuckle escaped from behind the mask, sending a wave of fear through everyone present.
The real battle had just begun.