Like a hot knife through the butter, the One: Ultimate Slash tore through the fabric of existence. The divine Axe-Rhitta moved with unparalleled speed and precision, creating a rift in reality itself. The celestial beings watched in awe as the devastating force approached, a wave of energy that threatened to erase them from existence.
"I WILL NOT BE DEFEAT BY THE LIKES OF YOU," Indra screamed and gathered all his remaining energy to bring his Vajra in front of the approaching calamity.
The clash between Karna's One: Ultimate Slash and Indra's desperate defense sent shockwaves through the throne room. The air itself quivered with the intensity of the cosmic collision.
The divine Axe-Rhitta and the mighty Vajra were locked in a struggle that transcended mere physical force, their powers clashing in a dazzling display of light and energy.
The celestial beings, though battered and weakened, watched in awe as the two formidable forces clashed. The very fabric of reality strained under the pressure, and cracks formed in the space around them. The throne room, once a bastion of divine power, now seemed on the verge of collapse as the conflicting energies threatened to tear it asunder.
Karna, his Wrath Asura Form pulsating with malevolent power, poured every ounce of his might into the One: Ultimate Slash. The divine flames on the Axe-Rhitta intensified, creating a searing torrent of energy that pressed relentlessly against Indra's defense.
Indra, with sheer determination etched across his face, gritted his teeth as he struggled to hold his ground.
The Vajra, a symbol of his divine authority, emitted sparks of lightning, countering the encroaching onslaught. The celestial army, though weakened, stood unified in their resolve, channeling whatever remaining strength they possessed to support their god.
The clash reached its zenith, and for a moment, time itself seemed to freeze. The throne room existed in a suspended state, caught between annihilation and survival. The celestial beings held their collective breath, their eyes fixed on the struggle that would determine the fate of their realm.
Crack~
But as if a crack occurred in their dreams just like the crack that appeared on the Vajra which started to spread all over the throne room, reality itself seemed to fracture.
The crack on the Vajra spread rapidly, branching out like veins of light across the divine weapon. Indra, sensing the imminent danger, widened his eyes in disbelief as he struggled to contain the growing fissure.
Karna, his Wrath Asura Form pulsing with dark energy, seized the opportunity presented by the weakening defense.
With a primal roar, he poured even more of his malevolent power into the One: Ultimate Slash, pushing against Indra's faltering resistance with relentless force.
The celestial army, witnessing the unraveling of their world, acted swiftly. Though their strength waned, their determination remained unyielding.
They rallied around Indra, lending their remaining energies to bolster his defense. Together, they formed a barrier of divine light, attempting to contain the expanding rift and shield the throne room from destruction.
But the cosmic forces at play were too formidable, too volatile to be restrained by mortal efforts alone. The crack in reality widened, swallowing everything in its path with voracious hunger. The throne room trembled violently as the boundaries between dimensions blurred, threatening to collapse into chaos.
With a final, desperate effort, Indra called upon the last reserves of his divine power. The Vajra, once a symbol of his authority, was now strained under immense pressure, its form quivering with the strain of holding back the inevitable.
Beads of sweat formed on Indra's brow as he poured every ounce of his being into the struggle, refusing to surrender even in the face of overwhelming odds.
Indra's face was full of regret as his gaze fixated on his once mighty Vajra, But then mouthed some words after which Vajra shone with brilliance as going to self-destruct.
The Vajra, once a symbol of divine authority, now glowed with an intensity that rivaled the sun. Its brilliance bathed the throne room in a radiant light, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. The celestial army united in their purpose, stood in silent solidarity as they watched the culmination of their god's sacrifice.
With a resolute determination, Indra closed his eyes and whispered a prayer, his words lost in the deafening roar of cosmic energy. The Vajra, pulsating with divine power, reached its breaking point, the cracks on its surface glowing with an ethereal luminescence.
In an instant that seemed to stretch into eternity, the Vajra erupted in a blinding explosion of light. The throne room was consumed by a dazzling brilliance as the divine weapon unleashed its final act of defiance against the encroaching chaos. The shockwave rippled through the fabric of reality, shaking the very foundations of existence.
The celestial beings, enveloped by the brilliance of the explosion, felt a sense of catharsis wash over them. In that fleeting moment, they glimpsed the true essence of divinity, transcending the boundaries of mortal understanding.
Their spirits soared as they embraced the inevitable, finding solace in the knowledge that their sacrifice would pave the way for a new dawn.
As the light faded and the echoes of the explosion dissipated, the throne room lay in ruins, a testament to the struggles of gods and mortals alike.
Amidst the debris, Karna stood silently, his Wrath Asura Form dissipating into the ether. In that moment of quiet contemplation, he realized the true cost of victory, a price paid in blood and tears.
"You even in the last moments of life choose to fool everyone into believing that you were the good one in this battle, HAHAHAHAHAHA~"
Karna's laughter echoed through the remnants of the throne room, now reduced to rubble and cosmic residue. The celestial army, though battered and broken, exchanged glances filled with a mix of sorrow and acceptance. Karna, surrounded by the aftermath of the cataclysmic clash, stared at the space where Indra once stood.
[Host, Saving Mandodari awaits.]
'Yes, I know.'
Karna unsheathed the Kusanagi and took a forward slashing stance while gulping a mouthful of air, "Void Breathing; Fifth Form: Focused Blitz~"
An aura of nothingness erupted from the tip of the sword, creating a vacuum that seemed to devour the residual energies lingering in the air. Karna, with newfound determination etched across his face, slashed forward leaving a tear in the space itself.
The tear expanded into a rift, revealing a portal to another location. Karna stepped through the rift, leaving behind the remnants of the throne room and the cosmic aftermath of the battle.
Krishna sighed as he looked at the remaining Devas defeated and on the verge of death, But then he swiped his hand in the air which released a comforting blue energy that rushed into the fallen celestial beings, enveloping them in a gentle healing light.
As the soothing energy worked its magic, wounds began to close, and life returned to the battered bodies of the celestial army. The air, once heavy with the scent of destruction, now carried a subtle essence of rejuvenation.
"Now Leave,"
Krishna's voice, though gentle, carried an undeniable authority that compelled the remaining Devas to rise. With newfound strength coursing through their veins, they stood, their gazes meeting Krishna's with a mix of gratitude and reverence.
"Thank you, Lord Krishna," one of the celestial beings murmured, his voice filled with awe.
Krishna nodded, his expression serene yet tinged with a hint of sadness. "Go now, and rebuild what has been lost. The realms need your guidance and protection."
With a collective bow, the celestial beings acknowledged Krishna's words before turning to depart. As they left the ruined throne room behind, a sense of purpose ignited within them, fueled by Krishna's unwavering support and guidance.
Then Krishna followed after Karna into the slowly healing space tear, Krishna emerged on the other side of the rift, finding himself in a field with more than a dozen dead bodies.
As his gaze turned toward Karna surrounded by his weeping wives with Mandodari's dead body in his arms.
Krishna's presence went unnoticed for a moment as he observed the somber scene before him. Karna, surrounded by his grieving wives, held Mandodari's lifeless form in his arms. The air was heavy with sorrow, and the atmosphere seemed to mirror the aftermath of the celestial battle that had just unfolded.
Without a word, Krishna approached Karna, his steps echoing softly in the quiet field. The wives, their eyes swollen from tears, looked up at Krishna with a mix of recognition and uncertainty. Karna, his eyes bearing the weight of both victory and loss, met Krishna's gaze.
"Krishna..." Karna's voice, though tired, held a resonance of acknowledgment. "I told you, Look what they did to her. She was innocent, Krishna," Karna's voice trembled with grief as he spoke, his eyes fixed on Mandodari's lifeless form. "She was innocent, yet she suffered because people wanted to control me by using them as hostages."
Krishna's expression softened as he stood beside Karna, acknowledging the depth of pain and sorrow etched across his face. He placed a comforting hand on Karna's shoulder, a gesture meant to convey solace in the face of tragedy.
"I understand your grief, Karna," Krishna spoke in a gentle yet firm tone. "The machinations of power often lead to innocent suffering. Mandodari's sacrifice, as painful as it is, should not be in vain. Her memory, and the memories of all who fell in this conflict, must serve as a reminder."
Karna's eyes, filled with a mixture of sadness and anger, met Krishna's gaze. "A reminder of what, Krishna? The endless cycle of power, betrayal, and sacrifice? How many more have to suffer for the ambitions of a few?"
[Host, Calm down. Use the Pheonix Feather fast!!!]