3:30 PM – Red Fort Perimeter, Delhi
The skies above the Red Fort were split wide open, and everything below was chaos.
The dimensional rift swirled like a black hurricane of stars, casting shadows that twisted reality. Down from the rift came the Variant Army—twisted, multiversal versions of beings both known and unknown.
Their leader, Kal-Vrat, remained unseen—content to watch.
But his heralds were not.
Leading the invasion were:
The Silver Monk – A warped version of Doctor Strange, cloaked in chains made of time.
Shakti-Venom – A female variant of Spider-Man merged with a feral version of a Kali-based symbiote.
Thakur X – A warlord-like Thanos variant in Indian royal armor.
And Jantra – A speedster who left fractals of herself every time she moved.
Delhi had never seen anything like it.
3:35 PM – Inside the Sharma Command VTOL: INDRA
From the sky, Arjun Sharma surveyed the battlefield through the transparent floor of his command aircraft. Hundreds of Astra Corps soldiers and NAGA squads were already engaged in heavy combat.
"Status?" he barked.
Ayesha Rane replied, "Frontline's holding. But barely. Those variants—they're not just stronger. They're rewriting the rules."
"What do you mean?" Arjun asked.
Ayesha gestured toward one of the HUD feeds.
A soldier's rifle was turning into water mid-fire. Another's shield suddenly became a mirror, reflecting his own bullets back at him.
"Reality instability," she said. "They're bringing corrupted physics with them."
Arjun cursed under his breath. "Deploy **Unit Bhairava. Full containment mode. And get me connected to all active Vajra suits."
3:40 PM – On the Ground: Operation Chakravyuh
Sharma Industries activated Operation Chakravyuh, a full-scale encirclement maneuver using a mix of ancient formation strategies and modern tech.
Chakra Drones whirred into the sky, forming layered concentric rings of plasma shields around the rift.
RUDRAS chanted ancient Vedic incantations to stabilize the energy bleeding from the tear.
Astra Commandos stormed the flanks, targeting corrupted variants with graviton blades and dimensional dampeners.
Yet for every enemy they felled, two more emerged from the rift.
And worse? Some of the variants looked like fallen Indian heroes—twisted versions of long-dead warriors from myth and history.
Even the AI HANUMAN sounded strained.
"Threat escalation exceeds projections. Survival probability for Operation Chakravyuh reduced to 44%."
3:45 PM – Arjun Drops In
"I'm going in," Arjun announced, donning the Vajra MK-II armor.
"No, sir!" Ayesha warned. "You're the last line of tech command—if you fall—"
"I said I'm going."
He leapt out of the VTOL, flames shooting from his boots.
Mid-air, his suit snapped into full sync, and the ARJUN Protocol activated.
"Welcome back, sir. Targets: 3,421. Would you like to prioritize stylish kills or efficient ones today?"
Arjun grinned. "Both."
He smashed into the battlefield, repulsors blazing, clearing a path of chaos through the enemy line.
The crowd cheered.
The war had its symbol again.
3:50 PM – Shakti-Venom Arrives
Just as Arjun cut through the lines, a spike of black tendrils erupted from the ground near India Gate.
Out stepped Shakti-Venom.
She walked like a goddess of death, half-face covered in symbiotic armor, other half painted like a tribal warrior.
With a screech, she launched forward—faster than expected—clashing with Arjun in mid-air, throwing him backward through a drone tower.
She hissed in a voice layered with madness, "You're not the only tech god here, Sharma."
4:00 PM – A New Frontline
As the battle evolved:
Kal-Vrat opened two smaller gates in Old Delhi and Connaught Place.
Civilian evacuation became impossible.
Variant-controlled zones began forming—reality glitches that made maps useless.
And yet—
Sharma's forces didn't break.
The RUDRAS lit the sky with mantra-charged arrows.NAGA operatives snuck behind variant lines, taking out commanders with plasma spears.Astra Corps fought with relentless precision, losing ground, but never their nerve.
In the sky above, Arjun locked into a fierce duel with Shakti-Venom, while HANUMAN calculated over a billion probabilities.
4:05 PM – A Voice Returns
Suddenly, a channel burst open in Sharma HQ:
"This is Amar Khurana. I'm alive. And I think I know how to close the rift."
Everyone froze.
Ayesha stared. "How the hell is he broadcasting from inside a blacksite?"
Arjun, bruised and bleeding but alive, heard the message and growled:
"Patch him through. And keep my suit charged."