Rudra looked at the messenger with the long sword. "Druva," Rudra commanded, his voice echoing with ancient authority. "Find the sword's foundation. Go to the deepest pits of Hell, gather all the ancient scripts, and retrieve the spiral bone of my previous body's remains."
Druva bowed, "As you command, My Lord."
Druva descended into Hell, retrieved the sacred spiral bone, and melted it in the fires of the abyss. Rudra then sliced his own palm, pouring his Demon God blood into the molten metal. As the blade cooled, it didn't shine; it absorbed all the light in the room. It was pure darkness. Rudra then carved the words "Bama Kali" into the hilt using his own skin and energy.
Suddenly, the Ocean Demon (Jaya Kala) appeared again, laughing arrogantly. But Rudra didn't even stand up. He looked at the demon with cold, void eyes.
"Jaya Kala," Rudra whispered. "Your time is up. Go to Heaven... or wherever traitors go."
Rudra released just 1% of his Aura. The pressure was so immense that the ocean demon instantly sprayed blood from his mouth, his knees shattering as he hit the floor.
"I lose! Please... My King... do not kill me!" the demon begged, trembling in terror.
Rudra didn't show mercy. In one swift, blurred motion, he drew Bama Kali. The blade hissed as it sliced through the air. With one stroke, he removed the demon's head and tossed it aside like trash.
The room went silent. The Elite-7, the General, and even Isha felt a chill they had never felt before. The power radiating from Rudra was so dark and overwhelming that they all instinctively took a step back, trembling in fear of their own leader. Rudra was no longer just their friend; he was the Primordial Demon God.After the brutal execution of the ocean demon, the office was silent. Finally, Isha stepped forward, her voice trembling slightly. "Rudra... how did you become this powerful? This energy... it's terrifying."
Rudra looked at his hands, the dark aura still flickering. "I wasn't made, Isha. I was born with this. It was just waiting for the right moment to wake up. But even this is not enough. I need to become even stronger."
The rest of the army—9,99,991 members—bowed before him, begging for a fraction of his strength. Seeing this, Sai and Jaswanth felt a sharp sting of jealousy. They couldn't stand being just "part of the crowd" anymore. They stepped out for a walk to clear their heads, and Pravalika joined them, sensing their frustration.
While they were gone, Rudra taught the remaining Elite members the art of Brain Waves. "You must learn the difference between reality and illusion," he commanded. "Control your waves, and you control the world."
Suddenly, the office doors burst open. A high-ranking demon walked in, shouting, "Rudra! Where are you?"
General Vishnu and the others immediately prepared to attack, but Rudra raised his hand. "Stop! Long time no see, my friend... Dev."
Everyone was shocked. A demon was Rudra's friend? Dev looked at Rudra with a serious expression. "I'm not here to fight, Rudra. I'm here to warn you. The enemy has sent 10,000 Supreme-level demons to find you. They aren't soldiers; they are monsters who can destroy planets. They are coming for your head."
The room went cold. 10,000 Supremes was an impossible number, even for the new Elite-7.After Dev returned to the shadows of Hell, the air outside the office was thick with the scent of victory. Sai and Jaswanth, Rudra's younger brothers, had just returned from the city after obliterating a gang of thugs. Their speed was terrifying, and their loyalty to their elder brother, Rudra, was now written in blood.
Inside, Isha looked at her younger sisters, Radha and Sruthi, and then at her little brother, Kamal. She saw them looking at Rudra and his brothers with admiration.
"Rudra," Isha said, her voice filled with authority. "Our families are already bound by soul. Let them be bound by blood. My sisters, Radha and Sruthi, should marry your brothers, Sai and Jaswanth. And my little brother, Kamal, will grow up under your shadow to be the greatest warrior."
Radha and Sruthi stepped forward. "Bava (Rudra), we want this. We want to stay in this family."
Rudra looked at his younger brothers, Sai and Jaswanth. He saw their envy transform into a fierce protective instinct. He then looked at little Kamal, Isha's brother, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Kamal, you will be the prince of this empire. And Sai, Jaswanth... you are no longer just my brothers. You are the future protectors of Isha's sisters."
"But they are only 16," Rudra said, testing their resolve.
"You and Isha are 17!" the sisters shouted in unison. "We will be ready at 18!"
Rudra laughed, a sound that shook the very foundation of the building. "Fine! When you turn 18, we will have a wedding that the gods will fear. Sai with Radha, and Jaswanth with Sruthi. Kamal, you will lead the guard for your sisters."
The 9,99,991 soldiers cheered so loudly it sounded like thunder. The jealousy was dead. The two families—Rudra's and Isha's—had become one single, unstoppable force. But the celebration was short-lived. In the distance, the sky began to turn blood-red. The 10,000 Supremes were approaching.