The Rise of the Rakshasa

Rakshasa lay unconscious on the ground, his body still and heavy.
From afar, the Sadhu closed his eyes and sent a message through his mind:

“Rudra… wake up! You must fight this monster. You have to protect the world. Rudra…!”

Suddenly, Rakshasa’s eyes snapped open. He stood up slowly, flames of rage burning in his eyes.

“Let’s begin the real fight,”
he growled.

Agni saw him standing and rushed forward, launching a fiery punch.
Rakshasa blocked the attack easily — then countered with a single, devastating blow to Agni’s face.

The punch was so strong that Agni flew into the sky and crashed to the ground with tremendous force.

From a distance, the Black Sadhu watched in shock.

“What?! How? This kid… he’s not an ordinary child. He knows something…”

Rakshasa appeared beside Agni in an instant. He grabbed Agni by the neck, soared high into the sky, and threw him down with brutal force. Then Rakshasa landed hard on top of him, shaking the ground.

Agni lay motionless, his body damaged and weak.
Rakshasa roared in triumph —

“No one… NO ONE can defeat me!”

The people watching from afar were frozen in fear and awe.

The Sadhu, watching this from a distance, whispered,

“Rudra… it’s not over. You must destroy Agni’s head before he rises again… Rudra, listen to me!”

But Rakshasa didn’t hear him.

The Black Sadhu smirked and said,

“Wake up, Agni… hahaha… it’s not over yet!”

Agni suddenly rose and attacked while Rakshasa was still celebrating. He trapped Rakshasa with fiery chains, burning his body. Rakshasa screamed in pain.

As Agni prepared to finish him with a massive fireball, Rakshasa roared and broke free from the chains. He charged forward, grabbed Agni tightly, and hurled him into the sky. Rakshasa followed him up and delivered one final, powerful punch to Agni’s face.

Agni’s face cracked from the impact. He fell again, crashing into the earth.

Rakshasa spotted a huge metal beam on a nearby building. He ripped it off and threw it straight at Agni. The metal smashed into him — Agni screamed in pain, unable to move.

Rakshasa landed beside him and unleashed a series of furious punches, each one stronger than before. Finally, Agni’s body shattered — his flames dimmed, and his eyes went dark.

Agni was dead.

But as he vanished, his fiery energy flowed into Rakshasa’s body. The Rakshasa roared louder than ever — glowing with burning power. Everyone around trembled in fear and amazement.

But the power was too much. The bracelet’s time ran out, and Rakshasa collapsed, the energy fading from his body.

The Sadhu created a thick cloud of smoke to cover the town. No one could see what was happening. He appeared beside Rudra — now back to his normal human form, lying unconscious on the ground.

The Sadhu lifted him gently and said softly,

“Well done, Rudra.”

He carried Rudra home through the smoke. As they vanished, the mist cleared, and silence fell over the ruined town.

From far away, the Black Sadhu screamed in rage,

“No! I knew it… that kid is not ordinary. You will pay for this!”

The Sadhu laid Rudra on his bed, watching over him as he slept peacefully.

“Rest now, Rudra. You’ve done well.”