CHAPTER 21: WRATH Of The BURNING REALM
The air around them had already begun to change.
It was no longer the quiet, breathable atmosphere of the human world. The moment Krrish stood beside the Nine-Tailed Fox, he could feel it—something heavy, suffocating, filled with rage. The ground beneath his feet felt warm, almost alive, as if it pulsed with anger buried deep within the land itself.
The Nine-Tailed Fox looked at him, its glowing eyes reflecting ancient knowledge and something far more dangerous.
"I know where the final fragment is," it said calmly.
Krrish's eyes sharpened.
"For a long time, that fragment has not been in the human world. It exists in another domain… a realm born from pure wrath. A place where anger is not just an emotion—but a force."
Krrish didn't hesitate. "Krodh Lok."
The fox gave a slow nod.
"Yes. And the one guarding it… is the Demon King of Anger."
For a brief moment, silence stretched between them. But it wasn't fear that filled Krrish—it was determination. His grip tightened, and a faint divine aura flickered around him, as if responding to the challenge ahead.
"Take me there."
The Nine-Tailed Fox didn't argue.
The moment it raised one of its tails, space itself seemed to distort. The world around them twisted, bending like a fragile illusion being torn apart. A burning crack appeared in reality—a gateway.
And then—
They stepped through.
The instant Krrish entered Krodh Lok, everything changed.
The sky was not a sky—it was a swirling ocean of molten red, constantly shifting like boiling blood. Rivers of lava flowed endlessly across jagged lands, lighting everything with an eerie glow. The air burned with heat, but it wasn't just physical—it carried anger, hatred, and madness.
Every breath felt heavier.
Every step felt like walking into a battlefield where rage had never died.
And then—
Something noticed him.
Far beyond the volcanic mountains, inside a massive fortress carved from blackened stone and fire, a presence awakened.
The Demon King of Anger.
His eyes snapped open.
For a moment, the entire realm seemed to tremble. The lava flows surged violently, and the air itself cracked with pressure.
"…A divine presence?" he growled.
But it wasn't fear in his voice.
It was excitement.
A cruel, dangerous excitement.
Without calling his army… without hesitation… he stood up.
"I will kill him myself."
And in the next instant—
He vanished.
Back in the burning wastelands, Krrish stood still, his senses fully alert. His divine form slowly emerged—his aura blazing like controlled fire, calm yet overwhelming.
The Nine-Tailed Fox stepped back slightly.
Even it could feel it now.
Something powerful was coming.
Then—
BOOM.
The ground exploded.
A massive force crashed down in front of Krrish, sending shockwaves through the lava fields. Flames rose high into the air, and from within them… a figure emerged.
Tall. Muscular. Covered in dark, cracked skin glowing with molten lines. His eyes burned like collapsing stars filled with rage.
The Demon King of Anger had arrived.
"So… you're the one," he said, his voice heavy and echoing like thunder.
Krrish didn't respond.
He simply looked at him.
Calm. Unshaken.
That silence alone… was enough to anger the Demon King even more.
Without warning—
He attacked.
His speed was monstrous. In a single instant, he closed the distance, his fist carrying enough force to shatter mountains as it came straight toward Krrish's head.
But—
Krrish moved.
Not fast.
Not aggressive.
Just… effortless.
He raised his hand.
And stopped it.
The impact should have destroyed everything around them—but instead, it was as if the force had been swallowed. The ground cracked beneath them, but Krrish didn't even move an inch.
For the first time—
The Demon King's expression changed.
Confusion.
Krrish's eyes glowed faintly.
Then with a simple motion of his hand—
He pushed.
The Demon King was thrown back like a broken projectile, crashing through layers of volcanic rock before slamming into a distant cliff. The entire mountain shook.
But he didn't stay down.
A roar filled the entire realm as he rose again, his anger now completely unleashed.
"You think you can overpower me?!" he screamed.
The lava around him began to rise, swirling like a storm responding to his fury.
"This is MY realm!"
The entire Krodh Lok reacted.
Flames erupted. The ground split open. The heat intensified to unbearable levels.
Then—
He used his ultimate technique.
A massive wave of destructive energy gathered around him, formed from pure rage and chaos. It wasn't just power—it was emotion turned into destruction.
And he launched it.
The attack tore through everything in its path, turning even lava into vapor. It was unstoppable.
But Krrish…
Still stood.
Calm.
Unmoving.
In that moment, a divine weapon appeared in his hand.
A trishul.
Not ordinary—this was something ancient, something sacred, something that did not belong to mortal realms.
As the attack reached him—
Krrish stepped forward.
One swing.
That's all it took.
The entire attack was split apart.
Not deflected.
Not blocked.
Erased.
Before the Demon King could even react—
Krrish was already in front of him.
And then—
A single strike.
The trishul moved with precision.
The Demon King froze.
For a second… nothing happened.
Then—
His arm separated from his body.
There was no dramatic explosion.
No chaos.
Just silence.
The realization hit him slowly.
He looked at where his arm had been… then back at Krrish.
Fear.
For the first time… real fear appeared in his eyes.
"No… this is impossible…"
But Krrish wasn't done.
His aura changed.
It became deeper. More intense.
Elemental energy gathered around him—fire, but not ordinary fire.
This was something else.
Something that didn't just burn the body—
It burned the soul.
Krrish raised his hand.
And released it.
The flames engulfed the Demon King instantly. He screamed—not just in pain, but in something far worse. It felt as if his very existence was being torn apart.
His power… his rage… everything began to collapse.
His massive form started breaking down, unable to withstand the divine energy consuming him.
"I… am… the King… of… Anger…!" he roared desperately.
But even that title meant nothing now.
The flames intensified.
And slowly—
He disappeared.
Not defeated.
Not sealed.
Destroyed.
Completely.
Silence returned to Krodh Lok.
The raging land… calmed.
The lava slowed.
The air became still.
Krrish stood there, his trishul fading away as his divine aura slowly dimmed.
Behind him, the Nine-Tailed Fox approached carefully.
Even it was slightly shaken.
"It's over…" it said softly.
Where the Demon King had fallen, something remained.
A stone.
Dark, yet glowing faintly from within.
The fox picked it up.
"This is the key," it explained. "This stone can lead us to the Phoenix… but only if all three fragments are with you."
Krrish nodded.
He already had them.
And then—
Something unexpected happened.
The fragments he carried began to glow.
The stone in the fox's hand reacted.
The ground beneath them trembled once more—but this time, it wasn't from anger.
A structure began to form.
A door.
Ancient. Massive. Covered in patterns that seemed alive with energy.
The fragments floated into the air, merging with the door as if they were always meant to be part of it.
And then—
It opened.
Slowly.
A wave of heat burst out from within.
Not like lava.
Not like Krodh Lok.
This was different.
This felt like stepping into the heart of fire itself.
The Nine-Tailed Fox looked at Krrish.
"This is it."
Krrish didn't hesitate.
Together—
They stepped inside.
And the moment they did—
It felt like entering a world made entirely of flames.
Not just around them.
But everywhere.
As if even the air had turned into fire.
And deep within that burning realm…
Something ancient was waiting.
The Phoenix.