Sohajan leapt from one rooftop to another, his movements swift and balanced, barely touching any tiles, quickly enclosing his distance from the explosion spot. The dust clouds looked ahead like a growing storm, and the sharp tang of scorched earth stung his nose with every breath.
As sohajan got closer he immediately jumped onto the ground directly without even caring that he might injured himself. As he landed, the ground quivered tremendously causing him to lose his balance and fall down. The quivers felt as if something was crawling within the ground, grinding and rumbling against the underground rock.
Out of nowhere another explosion tore through the air, but this time it felt closer. A sharp high pitched bell like ring followed immediately, piercing through Sohajan's ears. Pain lanced through his head like a spike, and his vision momentarily blurred, he clenched his teeth and covered his ears, trying to block out the sound which felt like it was splitting his skull into two.
As the ringing subsided I to a dull throb, he forced himself to look up. Only to find another large pillar of dust rising towards the sky, this time it was much closer, twisting violently it surged into the storm dark clouds, blooming into a massive cloud of debris.
Rubbles and splinters of stone rained down in a deadly barrage. Small rocks pelted rooftips, cracking the tiles and shattering the windows. Cries of pain rang nearby as a few civilians were caught in the open fire. Stones were stained with blood.
Avoiding all of this Sohajan ran towards the clan base which was only a few moments away. As he ran he could clearly hear the screams of huge crowds, and the metallic clang of weapons colliding against each other. Sohajan ran as fast as he could.
But as if this much was not enough to stop him, a shadow lurking through the rubbles and dust clouds around pounced onto him, pinning him onto the ground while fiercely darting it's blade towards his eyes. Sohajan's body immediately came into action as he somehow freed his hands and crossed his arms in front of him, blocking the blade just a few inches away from his eyes.
For a few moments he glared at the sharp tip of the blade pointed at him before shifting his gaze to the person holding it to find that the guys was wearing a mask and cloak with a particular familiar symbol drawn onto them. Within no moments Sohajan understood that these guys were from the black mask organization, but what were they doing here?
Putting all the thoughts aside, Sohajan shoved the blade away from his face, the edge grazing dangerously close to his face. Without any other hesitation, he thrust a punch into the attackers eye, it's force making him feel backwards.
Seizing the opportunity Sohajan tossed that attacker away, his body hitting the ground with a thud. In one swift motion, he rose up to his feet and drew out his sword, the metal rang as it cleared the sheath, ready for the next move.
Sohajan lunged forward, his blade flashing in a furious arc, the mask guy met him steel for steel, deflecting every attack with practiced moves, but Sohajan didn't let up. He mixed his swordplay with sudden punches, his attacks fluid and relentless, his movements were like a controlled dance of aggression.
Then came an opening, Sohajan went for it. With a sharp twist if his body, he landed a fist square into the man's face, the impact knocking him off balance and straight to the ground. It was now clear that this guy was no seasoned warrior, he was just an edge beginner warrior outmatched by Sohajan.
Sohajan didn't even wait for a second as he ran towards his clan mansion, only to find a huge pile of debris and rubbles blocking his way. Gritting his teeth he climbed that entire mountain. The fact that irritated Sohajan the most was that the dust lingered in the air and blocked his vision completely.
This was when a violent shockwave erupted outwards, ripping through the air with a thunderous roar. The ground trembled beneath it's force, the nearby monuments shattered like glass, crumbling to pipes of rubbles. The shockwave was so powerful that it even dragged the air along with it, sweeping away the thick clouds of dust, leaving the battlefield stark and exposed under the brooding dark sky.
The situation grew even more heavier as the dark clouds finally broke, unleashing a torrential downpour. Sheets of rain crashed from the sky, drenching the broken city into cold and relentless rain water.
At that moment what Sohajan saw sent jolts of shock through him. He stood frozen, his eyes widened, staring at the scene before him. There was a massive hole blasted through the mansion structure, half of its walls and pillars had collapsed and crumbled. The remaining parts still bore blackened scars of fire, the wooden frames were charred and splintered. Before the rain, most of it was engulfed in fire; now there was only soldering remains, soaked and smudged with ash.
Infront of this devastated scene of the clan mansion, there were four prominent figures, three of which stood against the fourth. The fourth figure resembled wrath itself, as it was clad in a dark battle armor that shimmered with radiant glow under the rainfall with hint of dark hue, making him seem more like a beast.
The armor had an engraved emblem that resembled the head of bull with two long horns on the chest plate. The forehead of the bull emblem bore a mystical stone that shone with a orange light, pulsing through the entire armor regularly.
The helmet two horns growing out of it that curled upwards, pointing towards the sky. The figure wielded a heavy axe that was stuck into the ground right next to it. The other three figures were none other than the skambha clan elders wielding their weapons and armor, defending against just one monster.
This scene made the bull armored figure seem even more menacing and demonic in the situation, capable of sending cold shivers down anyone's spine. After a few moments the dark bull figure lifted it's axe, resting it on its shoulder, he spoke in his deep yet chilling voice with a monstrous tone.
"In all these years, I was weak, but now I have risen to a new level of power, with new treasures in my hands, it's now enough to crush all the three of you myself alone," This man, whose voice echoed through the entire area, sounding like a disaster itself was no one but the very leader of the Masaan clan.
"Raaksha Masaan, seems like a little bit of power has gotten onto your head, maybe it will be enough to smash my first through that thick skull of yours to fix it!" Devendra said.
"Cant you see, your clan is now on the brink of destruction, my army and has obliterated your defense forces, on top of that, you guys will also have to fight the mystical beasts.
"And your most potentiate warriors will be handled by the black mask assassins." Masaan said.
"Try as much as you want, we won't let you succeed in your plans." Vasuraj shouted , his voice laced with fierce determination.
Without another word, they launched themselves towards Raaksha, their auras flaring like firestorms. The ground beneath their feet cracked as they leapt forward, drawing their blades that surged with energy, ready to face the monstrous foe, together in one final clash.
Raaksha bolted towards them, his eyes burning with a savage fury. With a roar, he raised his massive axe high above his head, crashing it down in a sweeping arc. The earth shuddered below the blow, the rocks were split, dust erupted as the ground crumbled into a gaping crater.
But the elders seemed unfazed. Unshaken by the tremors of destruction, they leapt through the debris with unwavering focus. In a perfect sync, they closed in on Raaksha, their attacks flashing with precision as Devendra went for the head, Johal for legs and Vasuraj drove for the heart.
However, Raaksha showcased his astonishing speed, springing multiple steps backwards to effortlessly evade the attacks. Sohajan looked at this fight break in front of him with confused expressions, curious where all the clan soldiers had disappeared.
'Were they massacred?
'But we had so many troops, how could they be cut through so easily, it either need a huge army or a powerful beast!' Sohajan immediately climbed down the pile of debris and ran to the other side.
As soon as Sohajan crossed to the other side of the main street, a metallic stench of blood clawed at his nos. Glancing around, he stood frozen, chunks of flesh and muscles lay scattered apart like scraps tossed to vultures. Severed from their bodies, they painted the street in chaos, the ground was slick and soaked in blood.
SQUELCH
He stepped forward, but suddenly a wet crunch squirmed under his foot. He bounced aside and looked down, it was a small slab of flesh, half submerged into the crimson soaked earth, under his boots. Blood oozed out from it like a fountain.
Sohajan staggered back as he stared at the scene, the sheer brutality of it, it's raw desecrated silence, left him shaken to the core.