The fight was over.
But the rain hadn't stopped.
It kept falling, quietly now—like the sky was mourning too.
Kamravinash lay on the ground, breathing slowly. His body was broken, bruised… but alive. Black smoke still curled around his fingers, weak and flickering.
Parashu stood over him, chest rising and falling with every breath. His axe was planted in the earth beside him, its blade still humming with power.
Neither spoke for a while.
Finally, Kamravinash opened his eyes.
"I couldn't make you feel what I felt," he said weakly. "But for a moment… I thought you did."
Parashu nodded. "I did."
He knelt down beside him. The look in his eyes had changed—no longer fierce, no longer guarded. Just… human.
"I saw everything you wanted me to see," Parashu whispered. "But hurting others won't bring her back."
Kamravinash let out a tired laugh.
"No… but it silenced the noise in my head. For a while."
Lightning flashed far away. The storm was passing.
Parashu reached for a cloth and gently wiped the blood from Kamravinash's face.
"You were strong," he said. "But strength without peace… becomes poison."
Kamravinash closed his eyes again. His voice was faint now.
"Do me a favor… tell Devyaani, if souls remember, I never stopped waiting."
Parashu didn't reply. He just looked at the broken man in front of him—once a celestial warrior, now just a boy with a shattered heart.
He stood up.
Behind him, Master Vishma and Veerath had arrived. They said nothing, just watched.
Veerath looked at Kamravinash and whispered, "He was a storm we never prepared for."
Master Vishma placed a hand on Parashu's shoulder.
"You didn't just win a fight today," he said. "You saved a part of yourself from becoming like him."
Parashu looked up at the sky.
The rain had stopped.
But something inside him had changed forever.
But just when it felt like the story was ending,
a darker chapter began to write itself.
Kamravinash vanished—leaving behind only silence and the faint smell of ash.
Some say he dissolved into mist.
Some say he walked away through the rain, alone…
Still alive. Still dangerous.
Meanwhile, the others returned to the academy.
Veerath. Vishma. Parashu.
Training resumed.
The courtyard echoed with footsteps again.
Laughter came back. So did routine.
Peace, at last—
Or so it seemed.
But no one noticed the shadow that followed them back.
No one realized…
Someone from the Kara Army was already inside.
And they weren't just watching.
They were waiting.