Valmiki vs The Shadow Ritual

The forest was silent after the fall of Trishantha. The wind stopped. The flames on the trees slowly died. Even the birds were afraid to return. It felt like the world itself was resting after the giant battle.

Rudra lay on the broken ground, breathing weakly. His normal human form had returned. His hair was messy, his hands were shaking, and the bracelet on his wrist had turned completely dull—no light, no glow, just a faint crack.

Valmiki knelt beside him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Rudra, don’t move,” the saint said softly. “Your body has used too much power. You must rest now.”

Rudra tried to speak, but his voice came out cracked.

“Guruji… I’m sorry… I didn’t know the energy would… run out…”

Valmiki gave a small smile.
“It’s not your fault. This is the nature of the Saktra. Power always comes with a limit.”

Rudra closed his eyes, ashamed.
“I can’t fight now… Aghori will… come again…”

Valmiki looked toward the far mountains where the dark clouds were gathering.

“Yes,” he whispered, “and I must face him alone.”

Far away, deep inside a dark valley, Aghori had completed his ritual preparations. He stood at the center of a huge symbol drawn with blood and bones. Black smoke rose from the ground. The sky above him twisted into a spiral, like a hole opening between worlds.

Aghori lifted his staff, laughing.

“Trishantha is defeated… but it does not matter! That battle was only a test! Now, the real destruction begins!”

Shadow liquid bubbled at his feet. From it, horrifying shapes formed—spirits with long claws, creatures with hollow eyes, and ghost-like monsters that floated instead of walking.

But these were not like the earlier monsters.

These were Shadow-Born, created from pure darkness.

Their bodies flickered like smoke.
Their eyes glowed purple.
Their voices sounded like whispers in a graveyard.

Aghori spread his arms.

“Rise, children of the void. The world shall kneel before us!”

The shadows screamed in excitement.

But Aghori wasn’t done.

He placed his bleeding palm on the ritual circle.

“I summon the High Shadow… the one even demons fear…
Kaal-Shyama!”

A huge pulse of darkness shot into the sky.

Something ancient and monstrous began to emerge.

Back at the battlefield, Valmiki stood up and looked around.

A cold wave passed over his skin.
The wind suddenly smelled like burnt metal.

He closed his eyes.

“Aghori is starting the Shadow Ritual… the most dangerous one. If he succeeds, the world will be covered in darkness.”

He looked down at Rudra.

“I cannot let Aghori finish it.”

He stood up and tightened his grip on his staff.

Rudra opened his eyes slightly.

“Guruji… don’t… go alone…”

Valmiki smiled softly.

“Rudra, you have done enough. Now rest. This is my turn.”

Rudra grabbed his wrist weakly.

“Please… be careful…”

Valmiki gently removed Rudra’s hand and placed it on the ground.

“I will return. Trust me.”

He turned and walked toward the valley, his long robe moving with the wind.

Valmiki walked through the burnt forest.
The trees were black.
The ground was covered with ash.
Shadows moved on their own.

But the saint was not afraid.

He hit the ground with his staff.

A circle of bright golden light appeared around him, protecting him from darkness.

As he kept walking, more shadows gathered. Strange whispers echoed in his ear.

“Turn back…”
“You will fail…”
“Even gods fear this place…”

Valmiki did not listen.

He walked calmly.

The shadows tried to grab him, but they burned instantly when they touched his aura.

Soon he reached the valley.

Aghori stood in the center, floating slightly, surrounded by hundreds of Shadow-Born.

Valmiki stepped onto a rock.

“Aghori…” he called.

Aghori turned around, his eyes glowing red.

“Well, well… the old saint arrives.”

Valmiki replied,
“Stop this ritual. The world has suffered enough.”

Aghori laughed loudly.

“Suffered? NO! The world will finally understand TRUE fear! Today, the High Shadow awakens!”

Valmiki shook his head.
“You will destroy everything—including yourself.”

Aghori’s face twisted in madness.
“If my body breaks, I will become a spirit of darkness! I will rule forever!”

The sky crackled with purple lightning.

The ritual was reaching its peak.

Valmiki took a deep breath.
“Then I have no choice.”

Aghori spread his arms.

“Shadow-Born! KILL HIM!”

Hundreds of shadow creatures rushed toward Valmiki like a flood.

Valmiki slammed his staff on the ground.

A wave of golden light spread around him like an exploding sun.

The first few shadows touched the light—

—and vanished instantly, burned into nothing.

But more came.

Dozens jumped at Valmiki from all directions.

He moved like flowing water—calm, fast, smooth.

He spun his staff, creating golden circles that cut through shadows.

He drew glowing symbols in the air with his fingertips—symbols that turned into blasts of light.

BOOM!
BAM!
CRACK!

Every hit destroyed ten shadows at once.

But Aghori kept summoning more.

The valley soon became a battlefield of pure light and pure darkness.

Aghori watched the chaos and grinned.

“You are strong, Valmiki… but even you cannot fight forever.”

Valmiki replied calmly,
“I only need to fight long enough.”

“Long enough for what?” Aghori asked.

Valmiki raised his staff, pointing at the sky.

“To stop this.”

Above them, the dark spiral was growing bigger and bigger.

Huge claws were coming out.
Purple flames erupted.
A monstrous head with empty eyes tried to push through.

Kaal-Shyama…
The High Shadow…
A creature older than demons…

Aghori shouted, “Yes! YES! COME OUT!”

But Valmiki struck the ground again.

This time, a massive golden pillar of light shot into the sky.

It hit the spiral directly.

The entire valley shook.
The sky screamed like something was being torn apart.

Aghori’s smile vanished.

“What are you doing?!”

Valmiki said,
“Stopping your monster… at any cost.”

Valmiki lifted both hands.

Golden Sanskrit letters appeared in the air, spinning rapidly.

They formed a long chain of glowing words.

Valmiki shouted:

“RUDRA–VEEDA MANTRA!”

The chain shot upward and wrapped around the dark spiral.

Aghori screamed in rage.

“No! NO! Stop—STOP!”

But the chain tightened.

Kaal-Shyama roared inside the spiral.

Valmiki poured all his energy into keeping the chain tight.

Golden cracks spread in the sky.

The ritual circle on the ground began to break.

The shadow creatures around Aghori disintegrated.

The valley began to shake violently.

Aghori realized the ritual was collapsing.

He shouted, “VALMIKI! YOU FOOL! IF YOU BREAK IT NOW—”

Valmiki narrowed his eyes.

“Then both the monster and the ritual will be destroyed.”

“AND YOU WILL DIE TOO!” Aghori screamed.

Valmiki smiled softly.

“If that is the price… I am ready.”

Valmiki yelled one final word:

“BURST!”

The golden chain exploded into a blinding light.

The spiral shattered like broken glass.

Kaal-Shyama’s scream faded as his form was pulled back into the void.

The sky returned to normal.

Everything went silent.

Aghori fell to his knees, shocked.

His ritual was destroyed.

His ultimate plan had failed.

Valmiki stood there, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead.

His aura flickered weakly.

“That… was close…” he whispered.

But the battle wasn’t over.

Aghori slowly stood up.

His eyes were filled with pure hatred.

“You ruined EVERYTHING…”

Valmiki tightened his grip on his staff.

“Aghori… your darkness ends tonight.”

Aghori raised his hands.

“No… Valmiki. Tonight… you fall.”

The two stared at each other.

The night was calm.

But the real battle—

Was about to begin.