The battlefield lay silent, a burnt canvas where ash rained like snow. The ground—once sacred—was now blackened, pulsing with the remnants of divine fury. The monstrous gatekeepers lay shattered, their corpses crumbling into glowing embers that drifted toward the sky. Satya stood at the center of the destruction, his Garuda flame still flickering in his eyes.
His robes torn, blood mixing with ash, he raised a trembling hand and whispered, "Ignite."
A thunderous crack split the sky. Storm clouds spiraled into a divine cyclone, fire and wind roaring as one. From the smoldering remains, two colossal figures materialized—not reborn, but reclaimed by some ancient pact. One towered like a mountain, cloaked in molten armor with seven pulsing flame-cores embedded in his chest and skull. The other, floating like a deity, possessed six glowing eyes and eight spectral arms adorned with runes from forgotten tongues.
Satya stepped forward, battered but calm.
"Fight beside me," he said. "Not as slaves to the gate, but as warriors of purpose."
Their eyes narrowed—silent rejection.
System Notification: "IGNITE failed. One attempt remaining."
Satya walked forward, voice softer. "You once served chaos. But now there's something greater: protection, creation, unity. Alone, you're destruction. But with us... you become legend."
He knelt.
A hush fell. Ancient whispers stirred the air—voices even the system could not name. The flame in the juggernaut shifted, his molten core trembling. The illusionist tilted her head, eyes glimmering. Slowly, they knelt.
System Notification: "IGNITE successful. Two elite-ranked entities have accepted the Pact of Flame."
Satya stood tall. "Agni. Netra. Welcome."
From there, chaos unraveled like poetry. The army surged from the gate—a black sea of void-beasts and undead, numbering in the lakhs. But Agni launched forward, each punch detonating like a volcanic eruption, lava veins pulsing, his seven cores burning through thousands in moments. His infernal armor roared, and every swing of his war gauntlets crushed legions, the ground erupting under his steps.
Netra floated behind, untouchable. She summoned mirrored versions of the allies, cloned spells, and bent reality with a flick. Time rippled around her as she summoned twin vortexes of stardust and flame. Her eight arms moved with elegance, each casting a different element—fire, lightning, illusion, gravity, ice, spirit, time, and chaos.
They swept through the battlefield, slaughtering tens of thousands. The sky burned blue, and the earth cracked with power. But the worst was yet to come.
A dark chasm ripped open. The sky dimmed. A massive void beast rose, clad in skeletal obsidian armor. It exuded an anti-flame aura that silenced all magic. Satya narrowed his gaze.
"Ashi. Merge."
Garuda-Ashi Form Activated.
His body ignited—hair shifting to a radiant white-blue, robes burning into winged armor. Ash-tattoos formed across his skin, a molten spear in his hands. He flew, piercing the illusion maze, and reached the imprisoned Vaidehi and Yug.
But the monster attacked.
Satya unfused. "Netra."
They fused. The world slowed. Satya blurred into a being of illusion and light. His six eyes shimmered, robes like shadows. He moved like a whisper, and the beast's mind broke.
"Spears of Reverie."
Dozens of radiant lances struck, each illusion becoming lethal reality. The beast howled before shattering into fragments.
Below, the army continued to pour in.
Yug unleashed chaos from his rotating thunder-cannon, laughter echoing as storm-tech and unstable crystals decimated ranks. He was a whirlwind of innovation, firing faster than the eye could follow, lightning coiling around every shot.
Vaidehi summoned a ballet of frozen petals—blades of ice slicing silently. Her eyes were cold, her movement precise. Each strike was surgical, dancing through shadows and slicing soldiers by the hundreds.
Ashi darted like fire incarnate—chakrams cutting, spinning mid-air as she danced with flame, her laughter like a melody of war. The Garuda aura laced her every step, twisting flame into cyclones.
Vira levitated. Calm. His golden staff moved in divine rhythm. With every tap, shockwaves erupted, sealing movement, freezing air itself. Enemies dropped, limbs twisted by unseen force.
Vahn descended like lightning, fists cloaked in electricity. He crashed into waves of soldiers, breaking them apart with each punch. Arms blurred, bones shattered. His war cry cracked the heavens.
Agni and Netra weaved destruction.
But then... everything stilled.
A new presence. A ripple.
Satya turned. From the smoke emerged a figure—wings golden, veins glowing with emerald energy. Calm. Fierce. Timeless. The aura alone stopped the world.
He said nothing.
And launched.
A flash. Satya flew backward, crashing into stone. Blood trickled. The man stood unmoved.
Satya charged. Fist met fist. Bones cracked. They spun mid-air, exchanging blows at speeds invisible to the eye. Satya ducked, twisted, slammed a knee into the man's ribs—only to be elbowed mid-spin, sent spiraling. He rebounded off a rock, launched himself again.
The golden figure moved like a tempest. Every motion calculated. He dodged, caught Satya's blade with two fingers, snapped it.
Satya bled. He grinned.
"Good."
He ignited fully. Garuda Flame in full force. Wings exploded outward, feathers like daggers. He roared, punched forward—an uppercut of divine flame. The man blocked, slid back.
He spoke, voice deep.
"You are flame. But I am wind."
He unleashed a hurricane. Blades of compressed air cut everything in sight. Trees fell. Earth tore.
Satya rushed into it.
Fire met wind. Their clash burned the battlefield clean. Both fought with fists, blades, wings. Satya used terrain, illusions, even molten debris to outmaneuver. The man adjusted, adapting, countering. A knee to Satya's gut. A fiery punch in return.
Blood sprayed. Wind howled.
They circled, locked, spinning in the sky.
Finally, Satya found the opening. A feint. A strike. A headbutt. A roar of flame to the chest.
The man laughed.
And knelt.
System: General-Class Entity Detected. Assign name.
Satya, panting, whispered, "Vayu."
Vayu rose, eyes alight. Golden wings spread. The wind obeyed.
Then they came—more enemies. A final wave. A hydra of shadows and hate, spitting void.
Satya shouted, "Form: Full Sync. Ignite!"
Their flames resonated—not a body fusion, but souls aligned.
Ashen sky lit up.
Ashi sliced two heads. Her chakrams danced like firebirds.
Vira locked three, each tap of staff freezing time itself.
Vaidehi froze four—petals piercing, ice storms blinding.
Vahn broke the last—his fists now thunder gods.
Satya soared.
"Garuda Flame: Judgment Spiral!"
He spun, forming a celestial cyclone. The hydra screamed. The sky wept fire.
Silence.
Hydra dead. Portal opened.
Yug cheered. "Biryani when we get home, right?"
Vaidehi rolled her eyes.
Yug winked. "You've totally fallen for him. Admit it."
Vaidehi blushed. "Shut up."
Yug grinned. "Your cheeks say otherwise."
Satya walked past. Head-patted Vaidehi.
She froze. Yug blinked.
"...That's cheating."
Vaidehi turned. "Yug. I will freeze your bedsheets."
System Notification: Garuda Control – 100% Synced. Permanent Form Access Granted.
Satya's Final Stats:Power: 9800+ Rank: Divine Vessel (Vanguard Class) Control: 100% Allies: 7/7 Synced (3 Knight,3 Elite, 1 General) Forms: Garuda, Synthesis Flame (Unlocked)
Vaidehi blinked. "That's… all of them?"
Yug, smirking: "You know… normal people don't smile like that after nearly dying."
Vaidehi: "What are you implying?"
Yug (grinning): "I'm just saying… someone's got a thing for our flame bird."
Vaidehi (blushing): "Shut up, idiot."
Yug: "That blush ain't ice magic, sis."
And with that, they left the battlefield behind—a realm they had bled for.
Satya said, "Guys. Portal's open."
Yug: "With biryani, right?"
Vaidehi: "Yes. Move."
They stepped into the light.
End of Season 1: Bharat – Rise of the Hell Gates.