Chapter 25- Fall of Mortal Realm

Amidst this tableau of destruction, Avyaan knelt with Rohan cradled in his arms, a lone figure amidst the chaos. Shadows danced upon the ground, cast by the jagged silhouettes of shattered boulders and fallen debris.

With Rohan still cradled in his arms, Avyaan navigated the treacherous corridors of the Demon King's palace. The air was thick with the lingering scent of sulfur and magic, a constant reminder of the dark forces that had once held sway within its walls. Shadows flickered ominously along the stone corridors, echoing the whispers of ancient secrets and forgotten power.

Avyaan's footsteps echoed hollowly against the cold stone floor as he made his way through the labyrinthine passages, his senses alert for any signs of danger. Despite the weight of Rohan's unconscious form, he moved with a determined grace, his every movement calculated and deliberate. As they emerged into the open air of the Demon Realm, Avyaan paused for a moment to survey their surroundings. The landscape stretched out before them, a desolate expanse of jagged cliffs and swirling mists. 

With Rohan still lying unconscious in the makeshift refuge of the cave, Avyaan knew he needed to find water to tend to his needs. Despite the barren landscape surrounding them, he refused to yield to despair. Frustration gnawed at his resolve, threatening to erode his determination. Frustration gnawed at Avyaan's resolve, threatening to erode his determination.

With a heavy heart and a sense of defeat weighing upon him, Avyaan retraced his steps back to the secluded place where Rohan lay unconscious. He reached out to brush aside a lock of Rohan's hair, his touch light with regret. He knew that time was of the essence, that Rohan's condition could deteriorate without proper care. Yet, despite his best efforts, he had failed to find the water they so desperately needed.

Avyaan knelt beside Rohan's unconscious form, his emotions overwhelmed him, and tears welled up in his eyes, tracing silent paths down his cheeks. His shoulders shook with suppressed sobs, his hands trembling as he reached out to gently brush Rohan's hair from his face. His tears landed softly on Rohan's cheeks, mingling with the faint sheen of sweat that had gathered there. 

A soft, ethereal glow emanated from the tear, casting a gentle light upon Rohan's pale features. The air seemed to hum with a subtle energy, as if responding to the purity of Avyaan's emotions. In that moment of profound connection, the tear's shimmering light seemed to infuse Rohan's unconscious form with a renewed vitality. His breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, as if stirred by the unseen currents of magic that now enveloped them.

Avyaan and Rohan grappled with their own challenges in the Demon Realm, back in the mortal realm, chaos reigned as the Demon King's forces launched a relentless assault. 

The skies darkened and the air crackled with foreboding energy, the Demon King made his malevolent presence known in the heart of Indi Land. With a roar that shook the very foundations of the earth, he emerged from the shadows, his form towering and imposing, wreathed in dark flames that danced with unholy light. His arrival sent shockwaves rippling through the land, striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld him. Demon King's minions swarmed through the streets, their twisted forms spreading chaos and destruction in their wake.

In a desperate bid to turn the tide of battle, the leaders of Indi Land activated their most advanced weaponry: a squadron of state-of-the-art fighter jets equipped with cutting-edge artificial intelligence. These AI-controlled jets streaked across the sky with unparalleled speed and precision, their sleek forms cutting through the air like blades.

As they soared into the heart of the conflict, the AI-controlled jets unleashed a barrage of devastating firepower upon the ranks of the Demon King's minions. Missiles streaked through the air, their explosive payloads reducing enemy forces to smoldering rubble in their wake. Highly sophisticated and advanced aircraft, along with a formidable ground army, emerged to bolster the defenses of Indi Land against the minions of the Demon King, Asura.

The ground trembled beneath the weight of armored vehicles and mechanized infantry as they surged forward, their engines roaring with the promise of imminent battle. Leading the charge were cutting-edge tanks and armored vehicles, bristling with advanced weaponry and protected by state-of-the-art defensive systems. Their sleek forms moved with precision and purpose, their treads crushing everything in their path as they advanced towards the enemy lines.

Minions of the Demon King found themselves besieged from all directions by the formidable defense systems of Indi Land, chaos erupted on the battlefield. From every angle, advanced weaponry and strategic defenses unleashed a relentless barrage upon the demonic horde, leaving little room for escape or respite.

From the ground, powerful artillery batteries and automated turrets unleashed a storm of firepower upon the advancing minions. Explosions rocked the earth as shells and missiles found their marks with deadly accuracy, decimating enemy ranks and scattering their forces in disarray.

Simultaneously, from the skies above, squadrons of advanced fighter jets and drones soared through the air, their precision-guided munitions raining down upon the enemy with devastating effect. Targeting systems locked onto individual minions, ensuring that none could evade the relentless onslaught from above.

The Demon King, Asura beheld the devastation wrought upon his minions by the formidable defense systems of Indi Land, a primal fury boiled within him. With a roar that shook the very foundations of the earth, he summoned forth his ancient staff—a dark and twisted artifact pulsing with malevolent energy.

With a single, mighty swing of his staff, the Demon King unleashed a wave of destructive force upon the earth below. The ground trembled and cracked as fissures opened up, swallowing whole swathes of land in their wake. Buildings crumbled and structures shattered as the shockwave radiated outwards, leaving a path of ruin in its wake.

Lightning crackled and thunder boomed, echoing the fury of his assault. Entire swathes of land collapsed into great chasms, swallowing everything in their path—the streets, the buildings, and the brave defenders who fought valiantly to protect their homeland.

Amidst the chaos and destruction, the people of Indi Land cried out in despair as their once thriving civilization was reduced to ruins before their very eyes.

As the dust settled over the ruins of Indi Land, it became painfully clear that the devastation wrought by the Demon King Asur was not confined to a single region. Reports began to filter in from all corners of the world, each one bearing witness to the same tale of destruction and despair.

From the bustling cities of the east to the remote villages of the west, no corner of the world was spared from the Demon King's relentless assault. Everywhere his dark influence spread, buildings crumbled, landscapes were scorched, and once vibrant communities were reduced to little more than smoldering ruins.

The skies themselves seemed to weep as the forces of darkness descended upon the earth, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. Rivers ran black with corruption, their waters poisoned by the taint of the Demon King's malevolent magic. Forests burned with an unholy fire, their ancient trees reduced to charred husks by the fury of the inferno.

As the Demon King's relentless onslaught continued unabated, the mortal realm began to bear an eerie resemblance to the twisted landscapes of the Demon Realm. Where once lush forests and rolling hills had thrived, now stood desolate wastelands, scorched and blackened by the fires of destruction.

he skies, once a canvas of blue, now hung heavy with dark clouds that crackled with malevolent energy. Lightning danced across the horizon, illuminating the twisted forms of jagged rock formations and gnarled trees that now dominated the landscape.

Rivers and streams, once teeming with life, now ran stagnant and foul, their waters tainted by the corrupting influence of the Demon King's dark magic. The air was thick with the stench of decay, as if the very essence of life itself had been snuffed out by the forces of darkness.

On the Other Hand in Demon Realm.

Rohan's consciousness slowly returned, he found himself lying in the cradle of Avyaan's arms. Blinking away the haze of unconsciousness, his gaze fell upon Avyaan, who sat beside him, his shoulders trembling with silent sobs.

Concern washed over Rohan as he realized the depth of Avyaan's distress. Despite his own weariness and confusion, he reached out a hand to gently touch Avyaan's face, offering what comfort he could in the midst of their turmoil.

"Avyaan," Rohan's voice was hoarse with emotion, "What happened? Are you alright?"

Avyaan looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and sadness as he met Rohan's gaze. "Rohan," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper, "You're awake. Thank the heavens."

As Rohan struggled to sit up, Avyaan helped him, his touch gentle yet firm. "We... we are still in the Demon Realm," Avyaan began, his voice trembling with emotion. "You were unconscious, and I... I was so afraid I might lose you."

Rohan's brow furrowed with concern as he listened to Avyaan's words. Memories of their battle with the Demon King, Asura and the draining of his energies flooded back, sending a shiver down his spine.

"We... we have to stop him, Avyaan," Rohan said, his voice filled with determination. "We can't let him continue his reign of terror."

With a determined look in his eyes, Rohan focused his mind on the image of his home, a place of safety and solace amidst the chaos of their current situation. Channeling his energy, he began to weave the intricate threads of magic, seeking to open a portal that would transport them away from the dangers of the Demon Realm.

At first, his efforts yielded little result. The air crackled with latent energy, but the portal remained stubbornly closed, its shimmering surface flickering. After several tense moments of intense focus, Rohan felt a shift in the fabric of reality—a subtle stirring in the air. Slowly but surely, the portal began to take shape, its edges glowing faintly with ethereal light. Though still weak and unstable, it offered a shimmering glimpse of the world beyond—a tantalizing promise of escape from the perils that surrounded them.

With a steady hand and unwavering support, Avyaan stepped forward to assist Rohan as he prepared to enter the portal. Together, they stood on the threshold of the shimmering gateway, With one final glance back at the desolate landscape of the Demon Realm, they stepped forward together, crossing the threshold of the portal.

As they stepped out of the portal, expecting the familiar comfort of Rohan's home, they were met instead with a scene of utter devastation. Where once stood the familiar walls of Rohan's house now lay crumbling ruins, the remnants of a once vibrant home now reduced to rubble and ash.

Shock and disbelief washed over them as they took in the sight, their hearts heavy with the realization of what had befallen their sanctuary. As they ventured further from the ruins of Rohan's house, their worst fears were confirmed. Everywhere they turned, the landscape bore the scars of the Demon King's wrath—buildings lay in ruins, streets were strewn with debris, and the air was thick with the stench of decay.

And amidst the ruins, the minions of the Demon King lurked in the shadows, their twisted forms a grim reminder of the darkness that had descended upon their world.

"We can't afford to waste any time," Rohan declared, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the minions of the Demon King lurked. "We need to find the others, to rally our forces and fight against Asura."

Avyaan's sharp gaze caught sight of a lurking minion, he acted swiftly, pulling Rohan down beside him to evade detection. With bated breath, they watched as the minion crept closer, its twisted form moving with an eerie grace amidst the ruins. But just as it seemed the minion would draw near enough to spot them, a stroke of luck intervened. A sudden gust of wind swept through the desolate landscape, carrying with it the scent of decay and the distant echoes of battle. The minion paused, its attention momentarily diverted by the disturbance, giving them a precious moment of reprieve.

As the minion slinked away into the shadows, Avyaan let out a silent breath of relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly as the immediate danger passed. Turning to Rohan, he offered a reassuring smile, though his eyes still held a glint of vigilance.

"It looks like we've managed to evade it," Avyaan said in a hushed tone, his voice carrying a note of caution. "But we can't let our guard down just yet. We need to keep moving, but first, you should rest. You've been through a lot."

"I appreciate the concern, Avyaan," Rohan began, his voice firm with resolve, "but we can't afford to linger here any longer. Every moment we spend resting is a moment that the Demon King's influence spreads further."

With a determined nod, Rohan pushed himself to his feet, his muscles protesting the strain of their arduous journey. Ignoring the ache in his limbs, he turned to Avyaan.

Avyaan gently pulled him back down, his voice firm but compassionate.

"Rohan, I know you're determined to press on, but you need to rest," Avyaan insisted, his tone gentle yet firm. "You've pushed yourself beyond your limits, and you won't be of much help to anyone if you collapse from exhaustion. We'll be more effective if you're well-rested and alert."

"But we can't afford to delay any longer," Rohan declared, "We need to find the others and regroup as soon as possible. Every moment we spend here is another moment Asura's influence spreads."

As Rohan was still talking , Avyaan pulled him down and Rohan's words faltered as he was pulled into a tender kiss. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as the warmth of Avyaan's lips pressed against his own, a rush of emotions surging through him.

As the kiss lingered, Rohan's initial surprise gave way to a sense of warmth and comfort, the gesture a silent reassurance of their bond amidst the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded them. In that fleeting moment, all worries and fears melted away.

When the kiss finally broke, Rohan found himself at a loss for words, his heart racing with a newfound intensity.

With a tender smile, Avyaan's gaze softened as he looked at Rohan, his concern evident in the depths of his eyes. "Rohan, please," he said softly, his voice carrying a gentle urgency, "you've been through so much. Take a moment to rest. I'll keep watch, I promise."

Rohan settled into a comfortable meditation pose, his breathing gradually slowing into a steady rhythm, a sense of calm descended upon him. In the stillness of his mind, Rohan sought to quiet the turmoil of thoughts and emotions that had plagued him, focusing instead on the gentle rhythm of his breath and the steady beat of his heart. 

Rohan delved deeper into his meditation, he focused his concentration on reaching out to Tina, his thoughts extending beyond the physical realm to connect with her on a spiritual level. With each breath, he sought to establish a connection with her, sending out waves of energy in search of her presence.

In the depths of his meditation, Rohan visualized Tina's essence, a beacon of light amidst the darkness that surrounded them. With a sense of determination, he reached out to her, his thoughts infused with a silent plea for her aid.

"Tina," he whispered in the recesses of his mind, his voice carrying a sense of urgency, "we need your help. The situation grows dire, and time is of the essence. Please, come to our aid."

Rohan sees Tina standing in the midst of Heavenly court and talking with the heaven's King, Sura about the dire situation after the appearance of Asura, the Demon king. 

"Tina," Rohan called out, "We need your help." In the ethereal realm of the heavenly court, Tina turned towards Rohan's voice, her gaze meeting his across the boundless distance. 

"Rohan," Tina's voice echoed in his consciousness, "fear not, help is on the way. Backup troops are being mobilized as we speak, and they will arrive soon to battle against the forces of darkness."

"Tina," Rohan spoke with a heavy heart, his voice tinged with sorrow, "I'm afraid the situation is worse than we feared. The mortal realm has fallen to the forces of darkness. The Demon King's minions have wreaked havoc upon our world, leaving destruction in their wake."

Shocked Tina repeats Rohan's Word echoing in the Heavenly court, " Demon King, Asura has appeared in Mortal Realm and has captured it."

"The Mortal realm has fallen."