Asura Deva battle cry

Ding!

[ Coalition Aura activated: Everyone deemed Asura Zorha as their the coalition leader. ]

[ Share ability? ]

Zorha's brow furrowed as he nodded, his mind focused on the intricate strategy of his next move.

But as he did so, the system's disapproving message echoed in his ears like a deafening bell.

Ding!

[ Invalid move. ]

It irked him, grated on his nerves like sandpaper, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

Ding!

[ Invalid move. ]

Again, the message blared, and Zorha's irritation reached its peak.

[ Ding! Invalid move. ]

He let out a frustrated growl, feeling the anger simmering within him.

"Get your ass up!"

Zorha's mind screamed, his blood boiling with frustration.

But before the words could escape his lips, he paused, taking a deep breath.

He knew he had to keep a clear head, to think rationally and not let his emotions get the better of him.

With a sigh, he forced himself to calm down, to focus on the task at hand.

"The curse is acting again, but not this time."

Zorha muttered to himself, his voice low and tense.

He could feel the dark energy pulsing through his veins, threatening to overwhelm him, but he refused to let it take control.

With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and concentrated, channeling his inner strength.

Slowly but surely, he felt the curse's hold on him loosen, until finally, he reverted back to his base form.

Zorha knew all too well the danger that lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike at any moment.

He had read the novel in the other person's memories, studied the legends, and knew the intricacies of the Asuras' coalition ability better than most.

Zorha knew that the chosen leader had to be in their base form, or risk losing everything.

He had read it happen before, watched as countless Asuras fell in battle, their coalition ability useless in the face of their enemies once delayed.

But Zorha was different.

He was the one who would lead them to victory, no matter the cost.

As Zorha opened his eyes, he could feel the weight of his followers' eyes upon him, their confusion and uncertainty palpable.

"Leader, where are the others?"

They asked, their voices low and tense.

Zorha sighed, knowing that the truth would only bring more questions, more doubt. But he had to tell them.

"They're gone "

He said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"They left, without us."

The Asuras around him gasped in shock, their faces contorted with disbelief.

Zorha could feel their anger and frustration simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

"Why would they do that?"

One of them asked, his voice laced with venom.

Zorha shook his head, his disappointment clear on his face.

"No idea but I know why they spared my life."

He said, his voice heavy with regret.

"So you guys wouldn't sense that they left."

Zorha's explanation continued, his words careful and measured.

"For short, they want us to be a distraction."

He said, his voice growing stronger with each passing moment.

"So they can leave peacefully, without any interference. They know we're strong, too strong to be defeated easily. But they also know that we're loyal, that we'll fight to the death to protect our people."

He paused, his eyes scanning the faces of his followers.

"And that's exactly what we're going to do…"

He said, his voice ringing out with determination.

"We're going to fight, and we're going to win. For our people, for our honor, and for our future."

With that, he raised his sword high, rallying his troops to his side.

"First, scream!"

Zorha bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

The Asuras around him were perplexed, uncertain of what their leader was asking them to do.

But they gritted their teeth, their determination unwavering.

"ASU ASHU!"

They shouted, their voices ringing out like thunder.

But then, as they looked at Zorha's face, their confidence wavered, and they couldn't help but gulp their saliva, unsure of what was to come.

Zorha's face twisted in annoyance at the sound of their battle cry.

He hated that 'Asu Ashu' word with a passion, and he couldn't stand to hear it anymore.

"I don't want to hear that anymore."

He commanded, his voice low and menacing.

The Asuras around him could feel the intensity of his gaze, and they knew better than to disobey.

Even though they were in the middle of a war, the Asuras were still terrified of their leader.

They knew that he was not to be trifled with, that his wrath could be swift and deadly.

So they only remained silent, their eyes downcast, waiting for his next command.

"All of you are not normal Asuras anymore."

Zorha said, his voice quivering with excitement.

He could feel the power coursing through his veins, the strength of his followers at his back.

"All of you chose to follow me, to stand with me in this war. So now, you are all something more…"

With a fierce cry, he threw his sword into the air, making everyone flabbergasted.

The blade spun and glinted in the sunlight, a testament to his strength and skill.

"What I want to hear…"

Zorha said unfinished, his voice garbling with intensity.

"Are the proud words that all of you are dignified Deva!"

His eyes roamed over his followers, gauging their reactions, their loyalty.

"Tell me… All of you… What are you again?"

His voice rose to a crescendo, his passion and conviction contagious.

The Asuras looked at each other, their hearts swelling with pride.

And then, as one, they shouted out their battle cry, their voices ringing out across the battlefield.

"WE ARE DEVA!"

They shouted, their spirits soaring with determination.

"We are proud Devas, and we will fight to the death for our leader, our people, our Shuras and our Deva Tree!"

Zorha clenched his fist and inhale.

"ASURA!!!"

He screamed, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

The other Asuras surrounding him replied with equal fervor, their voices ringing out like thunder.

"DEVA!!"

They shouted, their spirits soaring with determination.

"ASURA!!!"

Zorha screamed again, but this time it was different.

There was a brown magical element that was surrounding him, crackling with energy.

He could feel the power coursing through his veins, the strength of his followers at his back.

The surrounding brown magical particles coalesced into an orb, spinning faster and faster until it was a blur.

Zorha could feel the magic pulsing within him, threatening to burst free.

And then, with a deafening roar, the orb expanded in a frightening degree, enveloping everyone in its wake.

"ASURA!!"

Zorha kept screaming at the top of his lungs, his voice drowned out by the cacophony of sound around him.

"DEVA!!"

The Asuras around him replied, their voices rising to match his own.

The air crackled with energy, the very earth trembling beneath their feet.

And then, all at once, their forms began to change, their bodies contorting and twisting in impossible ways.

They grew larger, stronger, their skin turning a deep shade of brown.

Their eyes glowed with an inner fire, their teeth sharpened to razor points and sprouted new uneven eyes where one of them has five eyes, one has four, one has three, etc.

They were no longer mere Asuras, but something more, something terrifying.

With a fierce cry, they charged towards their enemies, their hearts filled with the fury of battle.