Chapter 13- The Heaven's Torment

As Rohan was escorted away by the celestial guards to the dreaded Dungeon of a Thousand Lightnings, his heart heavy with the weight of his impending fate, he couldn't tear his gaze away from Avyaan.

Avyaan, stood among the celestial court, his eyes cold and devoid of mercy or compassion. Rohan searched those eyes, hoping to find even a glimmer of understanding or remorse, but found only indifference staring back at him.

Rohan was cast into the depths of the Dungeon of a Thousand Lightnings, the first strike of celestial lightning rent the air with a deafening roar. The crackling energy surged through the chamber, illuminating the darkness with a blinding brilliance.

In that moment of searing light, the magic that Rohan had cast to conceal his true identity was stripped away, leaving him exposed and vulnerable before the merciless onslaught of celestial punishment. With each subsequent strike of lightning, Rohan felt the full force of divine wrath coursing through his body, searing his flesh and rending his spirit. The pain was unimaginable, each bolt of lightning a relentless reminder of his defiance and the price he must pay for his actions.

Rohan faced the torment of the Dungeon of a Thousand Lightnings, elsewhere in the celestial realm, the elder prince approached Nakh, the King of Heaven, with a request for an investigation into the theft that had shaken the celestial court. "Your Majesty," the elder prince began, his voice carrying the weight of concern, "I humbly request that we conduct a thorough investigation into the theft of the jewels that has brought turmoil to our realm."

Meanwhile, a celestial messenger comes pounding and informs the court that Markati has been defeated and sword of light has been appeared in the mortal realm. he news of Markati's defeat and the reappearance of the Sword of Light in the mortal realm spread like wildfire through the celestial court, sending shockwaves of astonishment and apprehension rippling through the assembled celestial beings.

Nakh, the King of Heaven, regarded the celestial guard with a mixture of concern and resolve. The reappearance of the Sword of Light in the mortal realm was a sign of dire portent, signaling a shift in the balance of power that threatened to destabilize the celestial realm itself.

"We must act swiftly," Nakh declared, his voice resonating with celestial authority. "The Sword of Light is a relic of immense power, and its presence in the mortal realm poses a threat to the very fabric of existence." With a wave of his hand, Nakh commanded the celestial guard to assemble a contingent of elite warriors to retrieve the Sword of Light and prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. The fate of the celestial realm depended on their success, and failure was not an option.

Rohan endured three days of relentless torment within the Dungeon of a Thousand Lightnings, his body battered and broken by the ceaseless barrage of celestial lightning, he felt his strength waning with each passing moment.

With a final, agonized cry, Rohan's body succumbed to the overwhelming pain, collapsing to the ground in a heap of shattered resolve and shattered spirit. The celestial guards looked on with grim determination, their duty to carry out the King's sentence unwavering despite the toll it exacted upon Rohan's mortal form.

Amidst the deafening roar of celestial thunder, another bolt of lightning struck with unerring precision, its searing energy converging upon the pocket where the Sword of Light was concealed.

Rohan lay battered and broken upon the stone floor of the Dungeon of a Thousand Lightnings, a miraculous transformation occurred. In a blinding flash of celestial energy, the Sword of Light, freed from its concealed form, returned to its original state, its radiant blade gleaming with otherworldly brilliance.

With a swift and decisive motion, the Sword of Light soared into the air, encircling Rohan in a protective barrier of shimmering light. As celestial lightning continued to rain down upon the dungeon with unrelenting fury, the barrier formed by the Sword of Light acted as a formidable shield, deflecting each bolt with effortless grace.

Within the protective embrace of the Sword of Light, Rohan found himself shielded from the relentless assault of celestial wrath. Though his body remained battered and broken, his spirit was renewed by the awe-inspiring display of celestial power.

As the celestial guards looked on in astonishment, the Sword of Light stood as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos of the Dungeon of a Thousand Lightnings, its radiant glow illuminating the darkness with a sense of divine purpose.

the celestial guards beheld the astonishing sight of the Sword of Light enveloping Rohan in a protective barrier within the Dungeon of a Thousand Lightnings, they wasted no time in rushing to inform Nakh, the King of Heaven, about the miraculous turn of events.

With a sense of urgency, the guards hastened to the celestial court, their celestial auras pulsating with excitement and astonishment. They knew that the reappearance of the Sword of Light and its intervention on behalf of Rohan bore profound significance, signaling a shift in the celestial balance of power that could not be ignored. Upon their arrival, the guards approached Nakh with reverence, their voices filled with awe as they relayed the incredible news.

"Your Majesty," one of the guards spoke, his words echoing through the grand halls of the celestial court, "the Sword of Light has manifested itself within the Dungeon of a Thousand Lightnings, protecting Rohan from the relentless assault of celestial lightning."

Nakh regarded the guards with a mixture of astonishment and solemnity, understanding the gravity of the situation. The reappearance of the Sword of Light was a sign of divine intervention, a manifestation of celestial will that could not be ignored.

As the celestial guards delivered the astonishing news to Nakh, the King of Heaven, his reaction was immediate and decisive. With a sense of urgency and determination, Nakh rose from his throne, his celestial aura ablaze with celestial power, and rushed towards the dungeon where the Sword of Light had manifested itself.

The celestial court watched in awe as their king, a figure of divine authority and celestial majesty, strode purposefully towards the source of the miraculous phenomenon. His determination was palpable, his resolve unyielding as he moved with an urgency befitting the gravity of the situation.

Nakh approached the scene, he beheld a sight that filled him with both astonishment and reverence. The Sword of Light, enveloping Rohan in its protective barrier within the Dungeon of a Thousand Lightnings, had not only shielded him from harm but also bestowed upon him divine energies of unparalleled magnitude.

With a sense of wonder, Nakh observed as Rohan, once battered and broken by the relentless assault of celestial lightning, now stood rejuvenated and empowered, his mortal form suffused with the energies of a god.

The celestial glow surrounding Rohan shimmered with divine radiance, illuminating the darkness of the dungeon with its otherworldly brilliance. With a gaze infused with the divine energies bestowed upon him by the Sword of Light, Rohan directed his focus towards the confines of the Dungeon of a Thousand Lightnings. The celestial glow surrounding him intensified, shimmering with unparalleled power as his gaze penetrated the very fabric of reality.

In an awe-inspiring display of celestial might, the walls of the dungeon began to tremble and quake, unable to withstand the overwhelming force of Rohan's divine energy. With a resounding roar, the barriers shattered into a thousand fragments, crumbling before the unstoppable power of Rohan's will.

With a resounding thud, Rohan's feet made contact with the polished marble floor of the court. His every step sent reverberations echoing throughout the celestial realm, causing the very foundations of the court to tremble beneath his divine aura.

The assembled celestial beings looked on in astonishment as the ground quaked beneath them, the magnitude of Rohan's presence shaking the very fabric of reality. The grand pillars that adorned the court swayed precariously, while the ornate tapestries lining the walls billowed with the force of his power.

As the Heavenly court trembled under Rohan's empowered presence, Nakh, the King of Heaven, issued a command with celestial authority. "Sentinels and guards," he decreed, his voice echoing throughout the grand hall, "seize Rohan and retrieve the Sword of Light!" In response to the king's command, the celestial sentinels and guards sprang into action, their celestial weapons gleaming with divine purpose as they advanced towards Rohan. With unwavering determination, they closed in on him, their faces set in grim determination as they sought to carry out the king's orders. With a single, fluid motion, Rohan unleashed the full power of the Sword of Light, its radiant blade slicing through the celestial guards and sentinels with unparalleled precision. The celestial beings, caught off guard by the ferocity of Rohan's attack, were thrown back with irresistible force, their celestial weapons shattering into fragments of light. the celestial guards and sentinels were swept away by the sheer force of Rohan's onslaught. The power of the Sword of Light, wielded with skill and determination by Rohan, had proven to be an unstoppable force, overwhelming all who dared to oppose him.

With a resolute determination, Nakh, the King of Heaven, unsheathed his celestial sword, his eyes ablaze with celestial fury as he charged towards Rohan. The celestial glow surrounding him intensified, casting an ethereal radiance upon his form as he moved with unmatched speed and grace.

Rohan, sensing the approach of the king, braced himself for the impending confrontation, his grip tightening on the Sword of Light as he prepared to defend himself against the divine onslaught.

The clash between Rohan and Nakh was a spectacle of celestial power and divine might, the sound of their swords ringing out like thunder amidst the heavenly court. Sparks flew as their blades met in a dazzling display of celestial combat, each strike a testament to the immense strength and skill of both warriors.

As the celestial clash between Rohan and Nakh, the King of Heaven, reached its crescendo, Rohan's determination surged to new heights. With a swift and decisive motion, he channeled the ancient sorcery of the Sword of Light, infusing its radiant blade with celestial power beyond measure.

In a blinding flash of light, Rohan unleashed the full force of his sorcery upon the king, weaving intricate patterns of celestial energy that danced and shimmered with otherworldly brilliance. The celestial realm trembled with the sheer magnitude of his power as he directed the sorcery towards his celestial adversary.

Nakh, caught off guard by the ferocity of Rohan's attack, found himself ensnared within the web of celestial sorcery, his movements slowed and his defenses weakened by the sheer force of its divine power. Try as he might to resist, he found himself powerless against the overwhelming might of Rohan's sorcery.

Nakh, the King of Heaven, faced Rohan's onslaught of celestial sorcery with unwavering determination, he called upon the full extent of his celestial power to shield himself from the relentless barrage of attacks. With a wave of his hand, he erected a shimmering barrier of celestial energy, deflecting Rohan's sorcery with ease.

But even as Nakh held his ground against Rohan's assault, the other members of the celestial council were not idle. With swords drawn and celestial auras ablaze, they joined the fray, charging towards Rohan with a ferocity born of celestial duty and allegiance to their king.

The celestial clash that ensued was a spectacle of celestial power and divine might, the sound of swords clashing echoing throughout the heavenly court. Rohan, undaunted by the overwhelming odds stacked against him, fought with unmatched skill and determination, his every movement guided by the ancient wisdom of the Sword of Light. With each passing moment, the intensity of the battle grew, celestial energies swirling around the combatants in a whirlwind of light and shadow. Sparks flew as swords met in a dazzling display of celestial combat, each strike a testament to the unyielding resolve of both Rohan and his celestial adversaries.

Amidst the swirling chaos of celestial combat, Rohan's voice rang out with a thunderous roar, cutting through the din of battle with unwavering authority. His celestial adversaries paused in their onslaught, their swords held at bay as they turned to face him, their expressions a mix of shock and apprehension.

"Why do you remain silent?" Rohan's voice reverberated throughout the heavenly court, each word infused with righteous indignation. "You, the celestial council, knew the truth about the theft that has plunged our realm into turmoil. Yet you chose to remain silent, allowing injustice to prevail."

His eyes blazed with celestial fury as he confronted the members of the celestial council, his gaze piercing through the veil of their deception. "You have betrayed the trust of the celestial realm," he continued, his voice resolute. "You have forsaken your duty to uphold justice and righteousness in the face of adversity."

With celestial fury burning in his eyes and righteousness in his heart, Rohan's voice thundered throughout the heavenly court, echoing with the weight of his resolve.

"If justice cannot prevail in this celestial realm," he declared, his words resolute, "then I shall bring about its downfall myself."

His proclamation sent shockwaves through the celestial court, the members of the council recoiling in astonishment at the magnitude of his declaration. Never before had such words been spoken within the hallowed halls of heaven, and the implications of Rohan's threat reverberated throughout the celestial realm. But Rohan remained steadfast in his conviction, his gaze unyielding as he addressed the assembled celestial beings. "For too long, injustice has reigned unchecked within these celestial halls," he continued, his voice ringing with celestial authority. "If the celestial court cannot uphold the principles of truth and righteousness, then it is unworthy of its divine mandate."

With a fierce determination burning in his heart and the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air, Rohan surged forward once more, his celestial adversaries bracing themselves for the renewed onslaught.

With a mighty roar, he charged towards the celestial council and Nakh, the King of Heaven, his every movement guided by the righteous fury that consumed him. The Sword of Light blazed with celestial brilliance in his hand, its radiant blade cutting through the air with unmatched precision.

The celestial council and Nakh met Rohan's advance with equal resolve, their celestial weapons held aloft as they prepared to repel his assault. But Rohan was undeterred, his spirit unyielding amidst the celestial glow as he fought for justice with every fiber of his being.

In a dazzling display of celestial combat, swords clashed and celestial energies collided, sending shockwaves rippling through the heavenly court. Rohan's every strike was a testament to his unwavering determination, each blow striking true against his celestial adversaries.

As the battle raged on, the celestial realm trembled with the force of their conflict, the very fabric of reality threatened by the sheer magnitude of their celestial power. But amidst the chaos and destruction, Rohan fought on, his spirit undaunted by the celestial forces arrayed against him.

With a desperate resolve burning within him, Rohan tapped into the forbidden sorcery that lay dormant within the depths of the Sword of Light. Drawing upon ancient knowledge and primal energies, he channeled his willpower into the fabric of reality, weaving intricate patterns of darkness that twisted and writhed with malevolent intent.

With a primal roar, a swirling vortex of darkness erupted from the celestial floor, its depths shrouded in shadow and mystery. From within its depths emerged a horde of ferocious beasts, their forms twisted and contorted by the dark energies that animated them.

The celestial council and Nakh, the King of Heaven, recoiled in horror at the sight of the monstrous creatures that now stood before them, their celestial weapons held aloft in a desperate bid for survival. But Rohan remained unmoved, his gaze fixed upon the swirling vortex of darkness that he had unleashed.

With a gesture of his hand, he commanded the beasts to attack, their primal instincts driving them forward with unrestrained fury. The celestial realm erupted into chaos as the creatures clashed against the celestial council and the forces of heaven, their savage roars echoing throughout the heavenly court.

n the midst of the celestial conflict, Rohan fought alongside his monstrous creations, his every movement guided by the dark sorcery that coursed through his veins. With each strike of his blade, he unleashed devastation upon his celestial adversaries, his spirit consumed by the primal rage of the beasts he had summoned.

But even as the celestial realm trembled beneath the onslaught of darkness, Rohan knew that the path he had chosen was fraught with peril. The forbidden sorcery that he wielded threatened to consume him from within, its dark energies twisting his very soul with every passing moment.

As the celestial battle raged on, the other four princes of the celestial realm joined the fray, their celestial swords gleaming with divine radiance as they confronted Rohan and his monstrous creations.

With a coordinated assault, the princes launched themselves into the thick of the conflict, their celestial weapons striking true against the ferocious beasts that Rohan had summoned. Each blow was a testament to their skill and prowess in combat, their movements fluid and precise as they fought to defend the heavenly court from the dark forces arrayed against them.

Rohan, undeterred by the onslaught of celestial adversaries, met their advance with unwavering resolve, his every movement guided by the dark sorcery that coursed through his veins. With the beasts at his command, he fought alongside them, his blade cutting through the celestial ranks with unmatched ferocity.

The celestial realm erupted into chaos as swords clashed and beasts roared, the sound of battle echoing throughout the heavenly court. Sparks flew as celestial energies collided, casting a dazzling display of light and shadow upon the celestial battlefield.

With a thunderous roar, Nakh, the King of Heaven, unleashed the full force of his celestial power, charging towards Rohan with unmatched ferocity. His celestial sword blazed with divine radiance as he brought it down upon Rohan with all the might and fury of the heavens.

Rohan, sensing the king's approach, braced himself for the devastating blow, his grip tightening on the Sword of Light as he prepared to defend himself against the king's celestial assault. With a swift motion, he parried the king's strike, the clash of their swords sending shockwaves rippling through the celestial realm.

As the battle raged on, Nakh's gaze fell upon one of his princes, a figure of celestial power and authority. With a silent command, he directed the prince to channel his divine energies towards closing the portal of darkness that Rohan had unleashed.

With the celestial realm descending into chaos and destruction, Rohan stood firm amidst the turmoil, his grip on the Sword of Light unwavering as he faced the King of Heaven's relentless assault. With a swift motion, he raised the radiant blade to meet the king's attack, the clash of celestial swords sending shockwaves rippling through the heavenly court.

Nakh, pressed his assault, Rohan drew upon the ancient powers of the Sword of Light, channeling its divine energies to fortify his defenses against the king's celestial onslaught. With each strike, he parried the king's blows with unmatched skill and precision, his every movement guided by the ancient wisdom of the relic he wielded.

Meanwhile, the prince tasked with closing the portal of darkness focused his celestial powers with unwavering determination. With a focused intensity, he channeled his divine energies into the radiant barrier that surrounded the swirling vortex of darkness, pushing back against the malevolent forces that threatened to engulf the celestial realm.

With each passing moment, the barrier grew stronger, its brilliance illuminating the celestial court with celestial radiance.

As chaos reigned in the celestial realm and celestial guards and council members battled ferocious beasts, Rohan, undeterred by the ongoing conflict, focused his attention on the King of Heaven, Nakh. With a determined resolve burning within him, he invoked a powerful spell upon the Sword of Light, infusing its radiant blade with newfound celestial energy.

With a blinding flash of light, the Sword of Light blazed with intensity, its celestial power magnified tenfold by Rohan's sorcery. The celestial glow emanating from the blade illuminated the heavenly court, casting a radiant aura upon Rohan as he prepared to confront the king. With a mighty swing of his arm, Rohan directed the empowered Sword of Light towards Nakh, the King of Heaven, its celestial blade slicing through the air with unparalleled speed and precision. The king, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, barely had time to react as the radiant blade closed in upon him. 

Unable to consume and defend the sword of light, King was weakend and the sword sliced him. Rohan turned the sword towards other council members to slit cut their throats when he suddenly fell pain in his chest. 

Rohan looked down and sees a sword pierced through his chest. He turns back and sees Avyaan standing behind and it was he who had pierced the sword through him. Rohan struggled to regain his footing, Avyaan stood over him, his celestial aura ablaze with celestial energy. As Rohan's eyes met Avyaan's once more, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. Tears welled up in his eyes, a silent testament to the depth of their shared history and the bonds. 

As Rohan lay amidst the debris of the heavenly court, battered and bruised from the celestial conflict, Avyaan rushed towards his father, Nakh, with a sense of urgency and determination. Despite the tumultuous events that had unfolded, Avyaan's sense of duty as a son compelled him to ensure his father's well-being amidst the chaos.

With each step, Avyaan's heart pounded with a mixture of fear and resolve, his celestial aura ablaze with determination as he reached his father's side. Nakh, the King of Heaven, lay succumb from the battle, his celestial form flickering with the remnants of the conflict that had engulfed the celestial realm. Kneeling beside his father, Avyaan gently cradled Nakh's head in his hands and cries loudly as he had been layed forever in the laps of death.

As Tina, Nitesh, Monika, and Harry entered the heavenly court, their eyes fell upon the scene of devastation that lay before them. Amidst the debris of the celestial realm, they spotted Rohan, lying battered and bruised from the celestial conflict that had engulfed the heavens.

With a sense of urgency, they rushed to Rohan's side, their hearts heavy with concern for their friend amidst the chaos and turmoil that surrounded them. Kneeling beside him, they gently lifted him from the celestial debris, their hands trembling with a mixture of fear and determination.

"Rohan, are you alright?" Tina's voice trembled with concern as she reached out to him, her eyes filled with worry for her friend's well-being. Nitesh, Monika, and Harry stood beside her, their expressions mirroring her concern as they awaited Rohan's response. Rohan gathered his strength amidst the debris of the heavenly court, he turned to Tina with a sense of urgency in his voice. "Tina," he began, his gaze intense as he sought answers amidst the chaos and turmoil that surrounded them, "do you remember when you brought Avyaan from the mortal realm to the celestial realm for healing? What happened to him? Why didn't he recognize me at first sight?"

Rohan," she replied gently, her voice filled with compassion, "he was gravely injured from the procession wielding the Sword of Light. His wounds were severe, and we feared that he may not survive." We brought him to the celestial realm for healing," Tina continued, her voice trembling slightly as she recalled the events that had unfolded, "but the process was long and arduous. Avyaan's injuries were deep, both physical and spiritual. And also as there were deep concerns about internal conflict and in order to settle that healers were asked to replace the primordial energies of Avyaan which made him to forget about the time he spent in Mortal realm and also time spent with you.

"It all makes sense now," Rohan murmured