Inside the [Pocket Dimension] where the battle between Karna and the Hindu gods unfolded, the confrontation was at its peak. Ironically, the master who had created that space decided to shape it in the image of India itself, and thus, the sacred mountains of the subcontinent trembled under the impact of the fight.
The sky was covered by red clouds, and the winds roared like furious animals. Each gust brought with it incandescent ashes that fell upon the mountain ranges, painting gold what was once green. The heat was suffocating, the air dense, almost solid.
At the center of that apocalyptic scenario, Karna floated.
The Son of the Sun hovered in the air like a star. His body was enveloped in golden flames as if the Sun itself had taken human form.
Below, the Hindu Gods gathered.
Entire mountains rose and crumbled in infinite cycles as divine energy clashed against the solar fire. It was as if the world had lost its balance. Rivers evaporated, valleys split apart, and the cracked ground exhaled smoke.
Indra advanced first.
His spear of lightning streaked across the sky, tracing a luminous cut that seemed to divide the firmament. The sound came right after, a boom so loud that the entire world seemed to shudder. The impact hit Karna directly, enveloped in a shower of plasma.
But when the light dissipated, he was still there. Untouched.
Karna's right hand moved. Slowly.
"Vasavi Shakti..."
The golden spear appeared in his hand as if the Sun itself had condensed into metal. The glow was so intense that the gods had to recoil instinctively. And then he advanced.
The movement was simple, almost lazy. But the impact...
A sharp sound echoed, and the world split apart.
The spear pierced the chest of one of the lesser gods imbued with his [Mana Burst (Flames)], disintegrating him before he even realized what had happened.
The mountains behind him bent under the force of the energy.
The stones melted.
The ground turned to glass.
Then, Karna vanished.
Indra barely had time to react. A flash appeared to his right, a punch. The impact hurled him against the slope of a mountain, which shattered like clay.
Shiva appeared right above him, his body enveloped in a violet aura, the [Trishula] spinning at high speed. He descended with a direct strike, and the sound of the impact made the air expand like an invisible wave.
The ground opened in flaming cracks.
But Karna did not retreat.
He spun the spear and parried the blow with a single hand. The solar flames spread, and the trident began to disintegrate, melting under the heat.
Shiva roared, divine energy flowing like an ocean. His magical energy took the form of a purple aura, and the entire sky lit up. He tried to force Karna back, but the warrior didn't even move.
Karna merely raised his gaze.
The spear moved, too fast to follow.
The trident was struck.
The pressure that followed was so great that the air itself became fire. Shiva was hurled away, crashing through several mountains that dissolved like dust under the impact.
Karna landed on the ground.
The soil beneath his feet burned, turning into a lake of golden magma. Hot air currents rose to the limit of the clouds, creating whirlwinds that distorted the horizon. Even the gods watching from afar trembled.
From above, Brahma invoked dozens of magical circles, each larger than the previous.
But Karna merely closed his eyes.
The spell's energy fell upon him like a storm of light, billions of cutting particles, each capable of piercing a mountain. The ground disintegrated, the mountain ranges were pulverized, and the world seemed to vanish in white.
And yet, when the light passed, he was still there.
Standing.
With his armor reducing all damage to a tenth, he basically had no qualms about defending against such weak attacks.
The flames around his body were more intense than ever, rising to the sky, touching the clouds. The golden light illuminated the "pocket dimension" for an instant.
He raised the spear.
A sound like the cracking of the firmament echoed.
The accumulated energy expanded, and the sky split into golden lines. The surrounding mountain ranges were pulverized before the attack was even launched. The world folded, the air bent, and a solar torrent descended from the heavens like an ocean of fire.
Gods screamed, trying to raise barriers. None resisted.
The flames devoured everything: mountains, valleys, rivers, temples. Shadows were eradicated.
The entire world became light.
For a few seconds, nothing existed beyond the golden glow.
When the fire dissipated, what remained was a desert of glass.
The mountains had disappeared.
The air still trembled, incandescent.
In the center, Karna floated casually.
Among the clouds heavy with smoke, Shiva and Indra appeared. Both were covered in wounds, their robes torn and their bodies marked by solar fire.
Indra advanced first, again.
The sky opened in a flash. Lightning fell in cascades, converging on a single point, the spear that Indra hurled with all his strength. It was a discharge of pure destruction, capable of obliterating any form of existence, easily destroying a country!
But Karna raised the Vasavi Shakti, and the impact between both weapons produced a deafening sound. The lightning split, fragmenting into a thousand sparks that fell upon the desert like luminous rain.
Before the echo died, Shiva was already in motion.
The Trishula cut the air in a violent arc, carrying destructive energy far more dangerous than Sirzechs' [Power of Destruction] in each spin. The strike came from above, from below, then from the flanks, each capable of destroying entire countries, but Karna blocked them all, deflecting with precision.
The golden flames danced with the violet aura, and the clash between them made the space fold.
Explosions sounded one after another. The ground cracked, and waves of energy spread in successive rings. The fragments of golden glass from the soil were hurled into the sky, reflecting the battle in a thousand directions.
Shiva leaped back, the trident embedded in the ground.
The impact opened a colossal crater.
Indra did not hesitate; he ran through the air, creating steps of light with each stride. The sparks from his spear merged with Shiva's purple aura, forming an electric net that surrounded Karna from all sides.
But Karna spun his weapon.
The solar energy exploded outward from his body, breaking the prison. Indra's net dissolved into dust. He advanced again, the strike cutting the air in a straight line. Indra tried to block, but the force hurled him far.
Shiva replaced him, intercepting the spear with the Trishula. The two remained locked, sparks and flames spreading like meteors.
The god of gods gritted his teeth.
For an instant, he looked at Karna's serene, expressionless face, almost human. And he felt something tighten in his chest.
'Why did I accept this?'
The thought crossed his mind like a cold blade.
From the beginning, this was not a battle that needed to happen.
But Indra had insisted. He had spoken of honor, of authority, of maintaining the supremacy of the Hindu gods before the mortals of Chaldea. Shiva, as leader, could not ignore it. If he let Indra face Karna alone and die, the pantheon would lose one of its pillars.
And yet... looking now, amid the flames and devastation, Shiva perceived the mistake.
But it was too late to change anything.
The clouds tore apart when his trident collided again against the golden spear. Each strike made the air vibrate, and the sound was not of metal, but of space itself being forced to exist under absurd pressure. The next impact spread waves of pure energy in all directions, dunes of glass shattered, and the desert that resulted from the battle so far trembled like a living being.
Karna spun his body, deflecting the Trishula's lateral blade with a short movement, the speed distorting the horizon. His left elbow struck Shiva's abdomen, and the impact made the violet aura shatter into luminous fragments. The god staggered in the air, spitting sparks of energy before being hurled back, opening a corridor of destruction for kilometers on the surface.
Indra reappeared right above, bleeding, his face taken by fury. Lightning accumulated around his arms as he summoned the power of the storm. The entire firmament responded to his call, clouds forming in spirals, lightning colliding with each other, the atmosphere itself about to tear.
He unleashed everything.
A white bolt crossed the world, piercing the air and descending straight upon Karna. The light consumed the desert of glass, the skies, and even the distant mountains. For an instant, everything became a sphere of pure destruction. Silence came right after.
But, at the center of the flash, he was still there.
Karna emerged as if he had walked through the light itself. The heat from his body made the air vibrate, and his silhouette seemed that of a god made of fire.
He advanced.
A single movement, too fast to follow. The explosion that followed made the world lose color. Indra was struck head-on, a direct punch to the abdomen. The solar energy pierced his body, creating a flash that tore the sky and opened a dimensional rift. The impact hurled him into the space above the dimension, his divine armor shattering like glass before a storm.
Before the glow faded, Karna was already above. He appeared before Indra in the blink of an eye and brought down the spear like a golden meteor. The Vasavi Shakti spun, the cutting sound echoing like a thousand blades vibrating in unison. The strike pierced Indra's divine defenses and hurled him back to the surface, where he fell like a shooting star.
The explosion that followed was enough to erase entire seas.
The ground turned to magma, and the entire dimension trembled. The edges of the world unraveled into lines of light; the space could no longer contain the magnitude of the destruction.
Karna landed in the air, the aura around him expanding like a miniature sun. Each breath created wind currents that melted the horizon.
Then Shiva returned.
From the crater where he had fallen, he emerged enveloped in energy. His body bled, but the purple aura around him flared like a living storm. The Trishula reappeared in his hand, regenerated by the force of creation itself. He leaped.
The strike was so fast that the air fragmented into blades. The trident moved in sequence, each thrust creating whirlwinds of destruction. Karna responded in the same instant—each block an explosion, each deflection a wave of heat that made the world shudder.
The two vanished.
Space distorted, and only flashes could be seen, appearing and disappearing in multiple directions. The sound arrived delayed, explosions that came after, echoing like thunder after lightning. The ground no longer existed. The sky split into rifts of energy.
When the movement ceased, Karna appeared behind Shiva. The spear streaked the air horizontally. The cut did not hit the body but hit the world. The golden line expanded, and everything ahead dissolved into light. Shiva was engulfed, the impact hurling him against the horizon, his body enveloped in solar fire.
The trident fell.
The metallic sound echoed for an instant, small, almost human, before being swallowed by the roar of the fire.
Indra quickly saved Shiva, catching him from behind and preventing him from hitting a mountain hundreds of kilometers away. Both were wounded and panting, but they seemed determined somehow...
Indra's arrogance was not there, to Shiva's surprise, who smiled ironically. Who would have thought that their long battle would end because of a common enemy from their pantheon...
On the other hand, Karna appeared above them, floating and motionless.
He looked at the two gods and, calmly, raised the spear.
His voice was low, yet relentless:
"On the battlefield, there are no regrets."
"My father, I ask your forgiveness."
"For the first and last time...
End it all, Vasavi Shakti!"
With these words, Karna initiated the activation of his strongest Noble Phantasm.
The spear in his hands was obviously a divine construct. A divine spear of mortality made of lightning that was given to Karna by the thunder god Indra in his world as compensation for taking [Kavacha and Kundala]. Although capable of killing gods, it can only be used once, and due to having received the spear as compensation for giving up his golden armor, its use is linked to Karna dismantling, tearing, and permanently discarding the armor. Although he still possesses it before sacrificing his armor, he cannot release its True Name, so it is limited to being simply a powerful armament, allowing him to manipulate lightning. In addition to using his incredible spear technique to unleash A-rank attacks with each swing or thrust he makes. After sacrificing his golden armor, the pieces of it fuse with the spear, changing its form before releasing its true power as a divine spear capable of annihilating anything with a single strike, be it Gods, Divine Spirits, Heroic Spirits, Phantasm Beasts, or Bounded Fields. Once fired, the attack takes the form of a beam of fire or a bolt of lightning, depending on the version chosen by Karna.
And that's what happened next.
His golden armor, the Kavacha and Kundala that made him invincible, began to unravel. Shining pieces detached from his body like petals from a solar flower, tearing and permanently discarding themselves in the air. The intense glow illuminated the entire dimension, and the armor fragments flowed like a river of molten gold, fusing into the spear in his hand. The Vasavi Shakti transformed, its original form of condensed Sun metal evolving into something divine and mortal: a spear of lightning imbued with eternal fire, capable of annihilating gods, spirits, heroes, and even entire realities.
The air around him distorted, space groaning under the pressure. Karna raised the spear above his head, the power accumulating like a star about to collapse. The energy was not mere magic; it was equivalent to the release of mass-energy on a cosmic scale, where a single strike could trigger chain reactions capable of destabilizing the quantum balance of an entire universe, evaporating matter and space as if they were passing illusions.
Shiva and Indra felt primordial terror. Indra, the giver of that weapon, widened his eyes in belated recognition, while Shiva invoked his violet aura in a final barrier, the Trishula trembling in his hands. But it was useless.
Karna struck toward them.
The Vasavi Shakti fired like a beam of solar fire intertwined with divine lightning, a torrent of destruction that tore the firmament. The attack took the form of a flaming pillar, expanding into a wave that consumed everything in its path.
Shiva was the first to be hit, the trident dissolved into luminous dust, and his divine body disintegrated into fragments of violet energy, screaming as the essence of destruction devoured him completely. Indra came next, the lightning from his spear colliding uselessly against the assault; he was obliterated in a flash, his body fragmented into sparks that dissipated into the void.
The wave did not stop there. Half of the pocket dimension was annihilated in an instant, mountains evaporated, valleys turned into abysses of nothing, and the spatial fabric tore like paper, exposing the void beyond. The impact echoed like the birth of a supernova, the golden glow engulfing everything, leaving only a hemisphere of absolute devastation, where the air still hissed with plasma residues.
With the death of Rezevim's last allies, only the final battle against him remained...
And Kazuya was already heading to the final battlefield.
This war had no surprises or doubts.
Victory belonged to Chaldea!
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