After their devastating defeat at the hands of Kans, the battlefield lay eerily quiet, scattered with the wounded and fallen heroes. The Param Yodha frantically searched for Yash among the rubble and wreckage but found no trace of him. They assumed he must have retreated, seeking some way to reverse their crushing loss.

  Meanwhile, deep within the shattered remnants of Pavak’s once-great kingdom, Kans sat meditating. His body radiated dark energy as he performed ancient rituals. Surrounding him were the five elemental rings he had fought for—rings that held the power to open Patal Lok, the infernal realm. From there, he intended to summon an invincible army of rakshas to crush any opposition and rule the universe.

  While the ritual progressed, Pavak, wounded and barely conscious, crawled through the ruins. He saw something that stopped him in his tracks—Yash’s unconscious body being dragged by Kans’s monstrous guards. Before he could react, a shimmering portal opened nearby, one that resembled the mystical gateway he once encountered with the Yogi. Desperate and on the verge of collapse, Pavak pulled himself into the portal, just before his strength gave out.

  When he awoke, Pavak found himself inside the advanced headquarters of the Antriksh Rakshks, built by Dhruv's contractors. The familiar hum of technology filled the air as he struggled to sit up. Just then, Dhruv entered the room.

  “Pavak, are you okay?” Dhruv asked, his voice laced with urgency.

  “I’m fine,” Pavak muttered weakly, “but where’s Jai? Where’s everyone? Is… is everyone okay?”

  Dhruv’s face darkened. “Kans attacked. He killed Jai and took the ring he was guarding. He also stole another ring from an alien emissary who had come to Earth to warn us. We’re scattered, Pavak. The Antriksh Rakshk and Param Yodha need leadership—now more than ever.”

  Pavak’s heart sank. “I should have warned you… I knew something like this was coming…”

  Dhruv shook his head. “What’s done is done. We can still fight back. We need you, Pavak.”

  Pavak slumped in despair. “I’m powerless now, Dhruv. I can’t lead anyone without my powers.”

  Dhruv stepped closer, his expression determined. “You may have lost your elemental fire, but you still have your mind, your skill, and your will to fight. You’re a warrior, with or without powers. Besides, I’ve equipped our team with self-repairing suits. You’ll have weapons—modern weapons.”

  Just as Dhruv finished speaking, alarms blared throughout the base. A creature, part bat and part eagle, with lava dripping from its back, was seen approaching. It was one of the many monsters Kans had unleashed from Patal Lok. Dhruv quickly suited up and tossed Pavak a high-tech gun. “Gear up, Pavak. I’ll hold it off, but I need you in this fight.”

  Without hesitation, Pavak donned his new armor, armed himself, and jumped into the fray. Together, he and Dhruv fought the monstrous creature, coordinating their attacks with precision. Though Pavak’s old powers were gone, his determination and combat instincts allowed him to strike the killing blow on the beast.

  Before they could catch their breath, John (Vidyut) came speeding into the headquarters, his face pale. “The world’s in chaos,” he gasped. “Kans has opened the gates of Patal Lok. Demons are pouring into the universe from hell itself, attacking every planet!”

  With no time to waste, Pavak, Dhruv, and the others planned their next move. Pavak knew he had to return to the battlefield to find any clues about Kans’s whereabouts. He took one of Dhruv’s private planes and flew to the ruined kingdom, a place now crawling with danger.

  At the battleground, Pavak discovered Navi’s Trishul lying on the ground. The sacred weapon pulsed with an eerie blue light, seemingly calling to him. Curious, Pavak reached for it, expecting it to resist his grasp. But, to his astonishment, the Trishul responded to his touch, lifting effortlessly. In that moment, a new white armor formed around him, tinged with red—a sign that he was now worthy of wielding the weapon.

  The world lay in ruins, ravaged by the ruthless Patal Lok rakshas who followed Kans's orders. The few survivors found sanctuary in Yash's hidden kingdom, its location shrouded in mystery. The superheroes fought valiantly to protect the remnants of humanity, but with Navi lost and Pavak absent, despair hung heavy in the air.

  Kans had descended upon Earth, hellbent on exterminating any remaining powerful beings. As Pavak finally reached the battlefield, he called out, “Hey Yash! Where have you been all these years? We thought you were dead!”

  Before Yash could respond, Theodore leaped into action, slicing through rakshas with his curved blades. But Yash, under Kans's dark influence, retaliated with brutal force, sending Theodore sprawling a kilometer away.

  The heroes struggled to regain control over Yash, but his mind was a puppet to Kans's dark magic. Just then, Lira emerged from a portal, her magic crackling in the air as she tried to slow Yash down. Meanwhile, Abhimanyu took aim, firing an arrow filled with sleeping smoke, which Yash inadvertently inhaled.

  Back in Yash's kingdom, tensions flared as the heroes debated their next move. Lira, sensing an opportunity, spoke up. “There’s only one thing that can defeat an elemental-powered being with reality-bending abilities—a spearhead-shaped stone that can drain an elemental’s powers. But we need to locate it in a cave with three paths; choose the wrong one, and the entire place will flood.”

  Theodore, visibly frustrated, interjected, “And what are these elemental stones? Do we even know where to find them?”

  Lira maintained her calm demeanor. “No need to worry. We already have two, and that’s enough.”

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  Confusion flickered across Theodore’s face. “Two? How?”

  Pavak joined the conversation. “We got the first one ages ago. A yogi told me to find a fire stone, which I did. The second is the stone embedded in the Trishul’s core, protected by a powerful pash.”

  Lira then performed a ritual, her magic weaving through the air, and they acquired the stone.

  Pavak, strategizing, said, “We need to split into three groups. Lira, you take Sarah and Abhimanyu; Theodore, go with Chromo and John; I’ll go with Dhruv and Hero.”

  With a snap of her fingers, Lira conjured three magical fireballs, illuminating the path ahead as they ventured deeper into the cave. At last, they reached the chamber housing the weapon, a spearhead engraved with molten lava. As they reached for it, the cave began to tremble, the water rushing in as a group had mistakenly taken the wrong path.

  The following day, the atmosphere was charged with tension as the heroes gathered at the battlefield, a desolate expanse littered with remnants of past conflicts. They could sense Kans's dark energy creeping through the air, thick and suffocating.

  Pavak stood tall, gripping Yash's Trishul, now infused with elemental power. The others rallied around him, ready for the fight that would determine the fate of their world. “We stand united against the darkness!” he shouted, his voice echoing across the wasteland.

  Suddenly, a sinister laughter pierced the air as Kans emerged from the shadows, surrounded by a swirling vortex of elemental energy—Air, Earth, Water, Fire, and Thunder coiling around him like serpents. “You think you can stop me?” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. “I will plunge every universe into darkness!”

  Without waiting for a reply, he unleashed a torrent of energy, creating a storm that battered the heroes. They struggled against the wind and rain, attempting to regroup. The elemental forces swirled chaotically, with Kans commanding them effortlessly, a puppet master of destruction.

  Pavak, fueled by determination, stepped forward. “We won’t let you!” He hurled the Trishul toward Kans, the weapon blazing with power. But Kans merely sidestepped, the Trishul missing him by inches, embedding itself into the ground with a resounding thud.

  “Foolish heroes!” Kans mocked, drawing upon the Earth’s power to summon monstrous creatures from the ground, each one a harbinger of doom. The ground shook as the beasts charged, forcing the heroes to engage in a desperate struggle.

  One by one, they fought valiantly, but Kans's power was overwhelming. The monsters surged forward, and the heroes found themselves pushed to their limits, battling against insurmountable odds.

  Just as all hope seemed lost, a figure cloaked in darkness appeared—a shadow of Yash, manipulated by Kans. He advanced towards his friends, an empty gaze in his eyes. The heroes hesitated, torn between the hope of saving their friend and the fear of what he had become.

  Yash smirked, picked up the spearhead and holded it like a dagger from the depths of his cloak, the molten lava gleaming ominously. “You’re too late,” he said, his voice cold and detached. “I am his weapon now.”

  Chromo in fear to lose yelled, “Yash nooooo”

  In a sudden twist, he launched himself at Kans, who grinned at the approaching attack, seemingly unfazed. But in a fleeting moment of clarity, Yash's true self emerged, wrestling against the control of the darkness. He pivoted, using the spearhead not as a weapon against his friends but as a final desperate attempt to save them all.

  With a swift motion, he drove the spearhead into Kans, who gasped in shock. “No!” he roared, the elemental energies around him spiralling out of control.

  A blinding light erupted as the weapon’s power consumed him, tearing through the darkness that had shrouded the battlefield. The combined forces of the Trishul and the spearhead tore open Kans’s shoulders

  As the dust settled, silence enveloped the battlefield. The heroes, battered and weary, watched as the remnants of Kans’s power dissipated into the ether. Yash, collapsing to the ground, looked up at his friends, their faces a mix of relief and concern.

  “Did we… did we win?” he murmured, the shadows of control finally lifting from his mind.

  Pavak rushed to his side, helping him to his feet. “You did it, Yash! You broke free!”

  As the dust settled from their recent battle with Kans, the group regrouped to plan their next steps. They knew they needed to find the rings to close the gates of hell once and for all.

  “Pavak,” Lira began, her voice steady but urgent. “Where are the rings?”

  Pavak took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “They’re in my kingdom. I can lead us there, but we need to act fast!”

  With a renewed sense of purpose, the heroes rushed toward Pavak’s kingdom, the weight of their previous loss pressing heavily on their hearts. The landscape shifted as they approached, filled with the remnants of the battle they had fought.

  Once they reached the kingdom, Lira immediately sought someone who could absorb the power of the rings temporarily. “We need to separate them. Otherwise, they’ll remain a threat!” she exclaimed.

  Navi stepped forward, confidence radiating from him. “I’ll do it! I can handle the power,” he volunteered.

  Lira shook her head firmly. “You just came out of mind control, Navi. You’re not in the right mental state for this.”

  Chromo, standing nearby, spoke up. “I can do it. I’ll absorb the power of the rings.”

  Lira nodded, recognizing the determination in his eyes. “Very well.” She began to chant an ancient spell, her voice rising as she readied the spearhead that had been used to kill kans. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled it toward the rings, the spearhead colliding with a burst of energy.

  In that instant, Chromo focused his own power, absorbing the cosmic energy from the rings as they separated, their once-mighty strength diminished. For a moment, he felt invincible, exhilarated by the sheer force coursing through him. “This is incredible!” he shouted, a grin spreading across his face as he revelled in his newfound strength.

  But the joy was short-lived. Suddenly, Chromo's expression twisted into one of agony. He staggered back, clutching his stomach as a searing pain erupted throughout his body. “What’s happening?” he gasped, confusion mingling with dread.

  The pain intensified, waves of torment crashing over him as if the very energy he had absorbed was turning against him. With a final, gut-wrenching explosion, Chromo collapsed to the ground, the light in his eyes flickering out as silence enveloped the scene.

  The atmosphere was thick with sorrow as friends gathered in a serene clearing, the sun setting behind the trees, casting a golden hue over the scene. A wooden pyre, adorned with vibrant flowers—deep reds, bright yellows, and pure whites—stood ready to honor Chromo’s spirit, each petal a testament to the joy he brought into their lives.

  Pavak stood at the forefront, his heart heavy. “Chromo was our light in the darkest times,” he began, voice trembling yet resolute. “He fought with unwavering courage, and his spirit will inspire us to stand strong.”

  Lira stepped forward, tears glistening in her eyes. “He taught us the meaning of sacrifice. We owe it to him to carry on.”

  The Yogi, who had recently guided them, joined her, holding a small glowing orb—Chromo’s spirit. “Let us honor him with love and gratitude,” he said, placing the orb on the pyre.

  Pavak lit the torch, flames dancing as they enveloped the vibrant offerings. Each crackle echoed the laughter and camaraderie shared with Chromo. Friends stepped forward, laying their tokens—pieces of armor and heartfelt notes—into the fire, their memories igniting the flames.

  As the pyre blazed, a sense of warmth enveloped the gathering, a feeling of Chromo’s presence among them. “Rest in peace, dear friend,” Pavak whispered, the flames flickering like Chromo’s indomitable spirit. “We will fight on in your name.”

  Together, they stood united in grief, their resolve strengthened by Chromo’s legacy, knowing that his light would guide them through the battles ahead.

  **TWO YEARS LATER**

  Pavak wandered through the remnants of his kingdom, the loss of Chromo still a heavy burden on his heart. He had tried to move forward, but the weight of that day lingered, haunting his every step.

  It was then that a familiar figure approached him—a Yogi, draped in flowing robes, with an aura of serenity surrounding him. “Pavak,” the Yogi spoke softly, his voice calm and wise. “You have mourned long enough. Now, you must seek more power to help those in need.”

  Pavak looked up, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “How? How can I gain more power?”

  The Yogi smiled, his gaze unwavering. “You can still obtain elemental powers. All you must do is focus. Return to the Himalayas, where the energies are strongest, and may the gods guide you.”

  With a deep breath, the Yogi began to chant, his voice resonating in the air. “Hara Ram, Hara Ram, Hara Ram…”

  Pavak felt a stirring within him, the call of ancient power whispering through the winds, urging him to take the journey ahead. Determination ignited in his heart, and he knew that this was his path—the path to reclaiming his strength and honoring Chromo’s sacrifice.

  TO BE CONTINUED...