Chapter 150: Shattered Realms

The World of magic crystal trembled as the immense blast of energy from Raghav's combined elemental strike collided with Dhruve. The force was enough to warp the air, causing ripples in the atmosphere that stretched out like shockwaves. The ground beneath them cracked and split open, fissures running through the earth, while the sky itself seemed to tear apart, thunder crashing in a frenzy above.

For a moment, everything stood still. The roaring storm, the warping landscape, and the violent flashes of light all paused in time as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Then, a monstrous roar echoed through the chaos.

From the blinding light of the explosion, Dhruve emerged, his massive frame now even more monstrous than before, the power of his transformation coursing through him like a torrent. His body had been ravaged by Raghav's strike, yet he stood tall, his six arms writhing and crackling with power. His once-glorious armor had been shattered, pieces of it falling away as his crimson skin pulsed with primal energy.

"You think this will stop me?" Dhruve sneered, his voice thick with rage and madness. "I am beyond your reach, beyond even this world. You cannot defeat me!"

The air around him hummed with destructive force, and in a sudden burst of power, Dhruve summoned the remnants of his Lust Shield and the crystal fang of his Lust Sword, his weapons glowing with an intense, pulsating light. He raised his sword high, ready to strike again.

Raghav, his elemental armor still glowing brightly, was unwavering. His six swords, still spinning in the air behind him, glimmered with the raw power of the elements. He had dealt a significant blow, but Dhruve's transformation had only made him more dangerous. Raghav's mind raced, seeking the perfect moment, the perfect strike to end this once and for all.

Suddenly, from the chaos of the battlefield, a voice cut through the tension.

"Master Raghav!" A sudden, powerful voice rang out as Astraea, the Supreme Maid, appeared at Raghav's side, her form glowing with an ethereal light. Behind her stood the two sisters, Seraphina and Lyrielle, the World Tree of Positive and Negative energy, summoned to assist Raghav in his moment of need.

The two sisters, their appearance regal and otherworldly, each exuded an aura of immense power. Seraphina, the embodiment of light and creation, wore a flowing gown that radiated warmth and life. Lilith, her twin, was the embodiment of darkness and destruction, her cloak swirling with void-like energy.

"Take them to the Inner Farm World," Raghav commanded, his voice steady as he turned to Astraea. "We need to prepare for the next stage. Get them out of here."

Without a word, Astraea nodded, her eyes glimmering with devotion to her master. She extended her hand toward the sisters, who nodded in unison.

In the blink of an eye, the two sisters were enveloped in a shimmering light, their forms vanishing from the battlefield, leaving only the sound of the storm and the rumble of the earth behind.

The battlefield now felt emptier, though the destructive energy still lingered in the air, thick and oppressive. But Raghav's attention never wavered from the enemy before him. Dhruve, his fury growing with each passing moment, was ready for the next round.

"You think you can hide them away in your little world, Raghav?" Dhruve roared, his voice like thunder. "I will destroy everything!"

Raghav didn't flinch. He had prepared for this.

The Elemental Armor around Raghav hummed with energy as he took a step forward, his six elemental swords spinning faster behind him. The power in his body surged, as he tapped into the deepest reserves of his strength. The energy of the World Tree of Positive and Negative, though far away, still resonated with him through their bond.

"This ends now, Dhruve," Raghav said, his voice cold and commanding. "I will not allow your madness to consume this world."

With a fierce roar, Dhruve charged, his Lust Sword raised high. The air warped around him, and the ground cracked beneath his feet as he unleashed his full, terrifying power. He swung the Lust Sword down in a devastating arc, but Raghav was already moving.

With lightning speed, Raghav raised his Fire Sword, its flames roaring to life as it intercepted the Lust Sword. The two blades clashed in a violent explosion of energy, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Raghav's other swords followed swiftly, each one attacking from a different angle, striking at Dhruve's six arms with precision.

Dhruve grunted in frustration, his body moving faster and more erratically, but Raghav's attacks were relentless. The air shimmered with the force of their clash, the world itself seeming to buckle under the weight of their powers.

The ground beneath them cracked open further, large chunks of earth and stone being tossed into the air with each blow. The storm above intensified, lightning arcing across the sky as if it too was drawn into the violence below.

"You cannot stop me, Raghav!" Dhruve shouted, his voice full of venom. He raised his Lust Shield, blocking another of Raghav's strikes, but the sheer force of the impact sent him stumbling back.

But Raghav was already preparing his next move. With a sudden burst of speed, he launched himself toward Dhruve, his Wind Sword cutting through the air, creating a vortex of deadly wind. The Earth Sword followed closely, slamming into the ground with such force that the entire battlefield seemed to shake.

Dhruve staggered, his monstrous form groaning under the pressure, but he wasn't finished yet. His six arms lashed out, swinging his weapons in wild, chaotic arcs.

Raghav's Light Sword flashed, countering one of Dhruve's blows with a bright, blinding flare. The world around them grew brighter as Raghav focused every ounce of his elemental power into his final strike.

With a roar, he combined all six swords into one massive beam of pure elemental energy—a spear of destruction aimed directly at Dhruve's chest. The attack was so powerful, so overwhelming, that even the very air seemed to scream in agony as it was torn apart by the force.

Dhruve's eyes widened in horror as the beam struck. The last vestiges of his defense crumbled under the sheer weight of Raghav's assault. The Lust Shield shattered, and his body was engulfed in the devastating surge of power.

The explosion that followed was cataclysmic. The earth shook, the sky lit up in a blinding flash, and the battlefield was consumed by a massive storm of energy. The ground cracked open, lava bubbling up from the depths, as the remnants of Dhruve's monstrous form were swept away in the wake of Raghav's final blow.

For a moment, there was silence. The storm subsided, the world still in the aftermath of the battle. But Raghav stood tall, his elemental swords spinning gently at his back, his body covered in the glow of his armor.

It was over. But the cost was yet to be realized.