The Crimson Mark of Krishkaal

The Himalayan winds howled across the snowy cliffs, but beneath the frozen surface, the second seal was already weakening. Blood seeped through the cracks of an ancient cave wall, pulsing like a heartbeat. Something dark was awakening.
In the hidden sanctum of the Mandal warriors, RudraKaal stood alone under the silver sky. The battle with Verishuga had left a faint scar on his palm. He traced it with his finger — it was cold, cursed, and glowing faintly crimson.
He turned toward the temple steps, where a cloaked monk awaited him.
“You've seen it, haven’t you?” the monk asked.
RudraKaal nodded.
“The seal of Krishkaal is breaking.”
The monk’s face twisted in concern. “You’re not ready.”
“I have no choice.”
Without waiting for a response, RudraKaal walked into the blizzard. Snow melted around him as his aura began to surge — not out of rage, but responsibility.

Scene 1: The Blood Graveyard
Deep in a forgotten valley, where the ground was stained permanently red, the seal cracked open. Out crawled Krishkaal, the devourer of warriors. Half-man, half-abyss — his body was a corrupted fusion of decayed muscle, armor shards, and cursed markings that bled continuously.
Krishkaal’s voice echoed across the sky like thunder.
"Shiva's disciple dares to rise again... Come then, let me see your divine blood spill."
Suddenly, spears made of bone shot from the ground.
RudraKaal appeared just in time, landing silently.
“I’m not here to spill blood,” he said, eyes narrowing.
“I’m here to end your cycle.”

Scene 2: Shastra Mode - “Chakra Vritta”
RudraKaal pressed his fingers together, and five glowing rings floated behind his back like halos. His energy flared — not chaotic, but perfectly balanced.
“Release: Chakra Vritta - Stage One.”
The halos spun, casting reflections of divine fire across the battlefield. The ground beneath RudraKaal cracked as he accelerated, dodging bone spears and slicing through cursed waves with precise strikes.
Krishkaal’s laughter shook the mountains.
“Your discipline reeks of fear. Let me show you chaos!”
From his chest, Krishkaal ripped out a burning spine and flung it like a whip — it slashed across RudraKaal’s shoulder, drawing black blood.

Scene 3: The Curse Spreads
RudraKaal staggered. The blood wasn't ordinary — it crawled on his skin, trying to consume him from the inside.
Krishkaal smirked.
“Every wound I give is a curse in itself. Your soul will rot before your body does.”
But RudraKaal’s breathing slowed. He placed two fingers on the wound.
“Purify.”
A ripple of blue light surged from his fingers, burning the cursed blood away. He exhaled sharply.
“You’re not the only one who’s tasted darkness.”
He drew his weapon again — the Trinetra glaive returned, but now surrounded by rotating rings.

Scene 4: Ultimate Technique - "Kalachakra Spiral"
Snow stopped falling.
Time felt frozen.
RudraKaal’s entire body was surrounded by spinning rings of light and shadow — time, space, energy, mind, and will.
He whispered:
“Kalachakra Spiral.”
He charged, his glaive dissolving into pure energy. Krishkaal raised a cursed shield, but the rings pierced through it, one after another — space bent, screams echoed, and for a moment the world split in two.
Krishkaal’s body shattered into black dust — but his skull remained.
It hovered mid-air, whispering.
“You’ve only destroyed a shadow... I am the second key. Bharadraah still waits.”
The skull cracked and disintegrated.


Scene 5: Aftermath
RudraKaal dropped to his knees. His body trembled. The crimson mark had spread across his chest.
He looked to the sky.
“How many more?”
Behind him, the same three shadowy figures watched through the cursed mirror.
“He's accelerated the process,” one said.
“He has no idea what the final key holds.”
“Shall we awaken Bharadraah?” asked the third.
“Not yet,” said the tallest. “Let him suffer more. Let the curse ripen.”

Final Panel:
A single drop of black blood slid from RudraKaal’s eye.
He whispered,
“I will not fall... not before I end the Raksha Mandal.”
To be continued.