PAGE 1 — BEFORE THE STORM
The Inter-Realm Arena no longer feels like an arena.
It feels like a grave prepared in advance.
The sky is split into layers—mortal clouds below,divine constellations above,and something watching from even higher.
The final battlefield finishes forming.
A circular platform the size of a city floats above a void so deep even angels refuse to look into it.
Every barrier is reinforced.
Every god contributes power.
Every divine being understands one thing:
If this fails, the planet will crack.
The divine judge swallows hard.
"Final Match."
His voice echoes across realms.
"Karna… versus Arjun."
A pause.
No cheers.
No celebration.
Because everyone remembers the semifinals.
Kings grip their thrones.
Elven elders clutch their staffs.
Dwarves shut down entire forges.
Even demons, deep underground, stop fighting each other.
They listen.
PAGE 2 — TWO SONS OF HEAVEN, TWO DIFFERENT CURSES
Lightning descends first.
Arjun steps onto the platform.
Thunder rolls behind him like a loyal beast.
His eyes are sharp—not proud,not arrogant,but furious.
Hatred coils in his chest.
Not toward Karna.
Toward his father.
Indra.
High above, Indra sits rigid on his throne, pretending calm.
Arjun doesn't look at him.
He never does.
Then—
The air stabilizes.
Not explodes.
Not trembles.
It simply accepts.
Karna descends.
No divine aura leaks.
No pressure radiates.
Yet every being feels it.
Like standing near a blade that hasn't been drawn yet.
Karna lands softly.
His expression is calm.
Almost gentle.
Arjun clenches his fists.
"Why do you look like that?" Arjun snaps.
"As if this is already over."
Karna tilts his head slightly.
"…Because you're angry at the wrong person."
The bell rings.
PAGE 3 — THE FIRST COLLISION
Arjun moves instantly.
No warning.
No testing.
Indra Bloodline: "Thunder Sovereignty"
The sky obeys.
Lightning doesn't strike—
it rules.
Bolts form chains, cages, spears.
The platform shatters under divine voltage.
Humans scream.
Angels retreat mid-air.
Karna steps forward.
The lightning stops inches from his skin.
Not blocked.
Not destroyed.
Balanced.
Vishnu Aspect — "Cosmic Equilibrium"
Energy equalizes.
The thunder disperses like mist.
Arjun's eyes widen.
"You—!"
He roars and summons more.
Indra's Forbidden Art — "Skyfather's Judgment"
A massive lightning construct forms—a god-shaped avatar screaming with Arjun's rage.
The gods stand up.
"This is madness," whispers a divine elder.
"That technique is meant to punish worlds."
Karna exhales slowly.
For the first time—
He draws a weapon.
A blade forms from nothingness.
Not metal.
Not mana.
Concept.
Brahma Aspect — "First Design: Prime Armament"
The moment the blade exists—
The avatar freezes.
The sky fractures.
Arjun screams and charges anyway.
PAGE 4 — TRUTH BLEEDS OUT
Their clash is not a fight.
It is impact.
Every strike bends gravity.
Every miss tears the void.
Arjun fights like someone trying to prove his existence.
Karna fights like someone trying to end suffering.
Arjun shouts mid-combat:
"I was born from his desire!"
"My mother cried every night!"
"He never looked at me as a son!"
Lightning explodes.
Karna blocks—but listens.
"I trained to kill him," Arjun continues.
"I trained so no one would ever ignore me again!"
He unleashes everything.
All bloodline power.
All hatred.
All ambition.
Indra feels fear.
Real fear.
Because Arjun has surpassed what Indra gave him.
Karna closes his eyes.
Shiva Aspect — "Rudra's Mercy"
Destruction without cruelty.
One strike.
Not fatal.
Not humiliating.
Final.
Arjun is slammed into the ground.
The battlefield cracks open.
Silence follows.
Arjun lies there breathing—
alive.
Broken.
Defeated.
Karna stands over him.
"You were never weak," Karna says quietly.
"You were just born into the wrong heaven."
PAGE 5 — THE WORLD HOLDS ITS BREATH
No one moves.
The divine judge trembles.
"Winner… Karna."
The words echo.
But victory feels wrong.
Indra cannot stand.
The Head of Angels looks away.
The Three Supreme Gods watch silently.
Because they know something now.
This boy is not rising.He is correcting the universe.
Arjun laughs weakly from the ground.
"…If you had been my brother," he whispers,
"he would've been afraid of you."
Karna turns away.
Above the arena—
A crack forms in the sky.
Not from power.
From judgment.
The gods have realized it too late.
This was never a tournament.
This was a warning.
The screen fades to black.
END OF EPISODE 8