BOOM!
The thunderous explosion shook the entire area.
Everyone gathered at Om's house jumped in shock and immediately turned around.
What they saw made their hearts skip a beat.
A large group of armed men stood there.
They carried blood-stained weapons, rocket launchers, bazookas, and advanced rifles. Their faces were completely covered, and their strange uniforms made them look even more dangerous.
The moment Om saw them, rage surged through him.
His muscles tightened.
He was ready to attack.
But before he could move, Sharda grabbed his arm.
Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded,
"Om, no!"
"Just look at yourself!"
Her voice broke.
"I don't want to lose anyone else."
"Please, Om... for me."
"There are so many soldiers here. They'll protect us."
"I know you're powerful, but you're badly injured right now."
Hearing his aunt's words, Om froze.
Every instinct inside him wanted to fight.
But he also knew she was right.
His family needed protection.
And at this moment, he didn't know whom he could trust and whom he couldn't.
Just then, Nirjadevi stepped forward.
She quickly opened a magical pouch, and a glowing portal appeared before everyone.
"Go!"
She pointed toward it.
"Leave through the Chhumantar Gate. We'll handle this."
"You aren't ready for another battle."
But before she could finish—
Captain Shadow interrupted.
"We won't handle it..."
He stepped forward.
"I will."
The moment he started walking toward the attackers, Nirjadevi immediately blocked his path.
"Don't be an idiot."
Her tone was sharp.
"Get through that portal."
"Now."
Captain Shadow's jaw clenched.
It was obvious he hated taking orders.
Especially from her.
But he also knew she was right.
With visible frustration, he turned toward his commandos.
"Move."
Without wasting another second, his entire team headed toward the portal.
Nirjadevi then turned toward Om's family.
"You need to go as well."
The family hesitated.
They still didn't trust her completely.
Seeing their uncertainty, Nirjadevi folded her hands respectfully.
Her eyes were sincere.
"I am Dhumketu's disciple."
"Please trust me."
"If you stay here, neither you nor Om will be safe."
The family looked at Om.
Only after seeing him nod did they finally agree.
One by one, they began moving toward the portal.
Meanwhile...
Someone else looked very excited.
Adi cracked his knuckles and grinned.
He looked at Om and said,
"Go ahead, buddy."
"We'll catch up."
Then he turned toward Shivay.
A competitive smile spread across his face.
"So..."
"Want to see who takes down more of them?"
Before Adi could finish speaking, Shivay was already moving.
A knife appeared in his hand.
Like a gust of wind, he shot forward.
"You keep counting!"
"I'll be back in a minute!"
Seeing Number Zero jump into action after such a long time filled Maya with excitement.
She couldn't help smiling.
Instead of entering the portal, she stood near it and watched.
At the same time, Adi laughed.
"Oh, come on!"
"You're not stealing all the fun!"
He stretched his neck.
A wicked grin appeared on his face.
"Then let's have some action."
"Adi..."
"...Killing Mode ON."
The moment those words left his mouth, a crimson glow lit up his chest.
His eyes turned blood-red.
And then—
He vanished.
At least, that's what it looked like.
His speed was so terrifying that nobody could properly follow his movements.
Within barely a minute...
Every single attacker was lying on the ground.
Broken.
Defeated.
Completely helpless.
The entire battlefield had been cleared.
Om and everyone else watched in stunned silence.
Even after everything they had seen in the last twenty-four hours, Adi's display of speed was shocking.
A few moments later, Adi and Shivay casually walked back toward Om as if nothing had happened.
As if they had merely gone for a stroll.
Om remained serious.
Without saying a word, he picked up Dhumketu's body once again.
Then he stepped toward the portal.
Together, Om, Adi, and Shivay disappeared into the glowing gateway.
The moment the last person entered—
The portal vanished.
On the other side...
Everyone emerged into an enormous garden.
And immediately froze.
They had arrived in Cloud Realm.
The sight before them was breathtaking.
An entire world seemed to stretch beyond the horizon.
Magnificent buildings floated among clouds.
Golden towers pierced the sky.
Beautiful sculptures and ancient structures stood everywhere.
The place looked less like a kingdom...
And more like a dream.
Yet despite its beauty...
Sadness filled the air.
The entire population of Cloud Realm had gathered there.
Not only them.
Members of countless other races and species stood among the crowd.
Every single one of them had come for one reason.
To pay their final respects to Dhumketu.
The moment Om appeared carrying Dhumketu's body, the crowd began singing.
It was a language none of them understood.
Not Om.
Not his family.
Not Shivay.
Not Adi.
None of them knew a single word.
And yet...
Every single one of them understood exactly what the song meant.
Because grief needs no translation.
Pain needs no language.
The sorrow hidden within those voices was so overwhelming that it pierced directly into the heart.
People placed their hands over their chests.
Many looked toward the sky.
Others openly cried.
The song carried the weight of love.
Respect.
Loss.
And farewell.
Even Om found himself standing motionless, listening.
For several minutes, the mournful melody echoed throughout Cloud Realm.
Then finally...
The song ended.
Silence followed.
Thousands upon thousands of eyes slowly turned toward Om.
At first, his family thought it was because he carried Dhumketu's body.
But that wasn't the reason.
The people of Cloud Realm possessed a unique gift.
They could sense pure power.
They could see the true nature of a soul.
And what they saw around Om left them speechless.
To them...
Om looked like a divine being.
A brilliant golden radiance shone from his body.
Streams of golden light flowed behind him like celestial wings.
The glow was so powerful that many people instinctively lowered their heads.
Yet Om couldn't see it.
Neither could his family.
His spiritual chakras had not fully awakened yet.
The power existed.
But it remained hidden from him.
The crowd continued staring at him with awe.
Some looked at him with hope.
Others with reverence.
And some...
With tears in their eyes.
Because the ancient prophecy they had waited centuries for...
Was finally standing before them.
Then suddenly—
A loud scream shattered the silence.
"THE LEGENDARY WARRIOR!!"
The voice echoed across the entire garden.
Instantly, every head turned toward the source of the shout.