Unable to bear the pain of watching his father die, Vipul kept punching the ground in helpless rage.
And then—
a voice echoed inside his mind once again.
"Vipul… my son."
It was Dhoomketu.
Even while lying half-dead on the battlefield, Dhoomketu was still trying to speak to his son through telepathy.
A strange calm smile rested on his blood-covered face.
The moment Vipul heard his father's voice, he panicked and immediately replied through tears,
"Baba… Baba… please forgive me… please forgive me! I'm your son, and I can't even help you! I can't do anything for you… please forgive me, Baba!"
As he cried, Vipul slammed his fist against the ground again and again.
But Dhoomketu simply smiled.
"No, my son," he said gently while looking toward the sky. "By not helping me… you are helping me the most."
His voice carried peace.
"I am walking toward moksha now. My time has come."
Then his eyes softened even more.
"I want to meet your mother again…"
Hearing his father speak like that completely shattered Vipul.
All he could do was cry at his own fate.
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, Vyomasur, Balasur, and Jeevanshini had no intention of letting Dhoomketu die peacefully.
The three demons slowly surrounded him.
Then Vyomasur looked at Dhoomketu and smiled.
"I told you, my friend," he mocked. "In the end, my sister would be the one to kill you."
Then he slowly looked up toward the sky.
"Ahh… I had almost forgotten how beautiful the world above Earth really is. Clean air… cool winds… no burning heat…"
He glanced back at Dhoomketu.
"You humans have lived here for centuries. Don't you think demons deserve the right to live on Earth too?"
Even in his condition, Dhoomketu laughed weakly.
"You dream well," he replied. "But creatures like you are not worthy of living on Earth."
Blood dripped from his mouth as he continued.
"You demons cannot exist without destruction. And if destruction spreads across Earth… what beauty will remain?"
Then his eyes sharpened.
"And if you think killing me means you've already won half the war…"
He smiled painfully.
"…then you're wrong."
"You have no idea what humans are capable of once they truly decide to fight."
Then his expression turned cold.
"Lowly demons like you who know nothing except destruction don't even deserve to live."
His voice thundered despite his injuries.
"I am not against all demons."
"But I am against YOU."
"Because even you know the sins you carry."
"And I stand against every demon who harms the innocent."
Then slowly…
Dhoomketu's eyes burned with conviction.
"Remember this carefully…"
"The day that child discovers his true power…"
"…this time even the Demon Realm itself may disappear completely."
The moment those words landed—
Vyomasur's face twisted with rage.
He immediately raised one hand into the air and clenched it tightly into a fist.
The next second—
CRACK!
Two massive sharp ice spikes burst out from the ground beneath Dhoomketu.
Both spikes pierced straight through his arms.
"AAAHHH!"
Dhoomketu screamed in agony.
But Vyomasur only smiled cruelly.
"Your words are far too bitter," he growled. "Humans were born to serve. To become servants of demons… and servants of gods."
His voice echoed coldly across the battlefield.
"But every time the gods used tricks and deception to make us look weak before humans…"
He clenched his fist harder.
"…your species forgot how to fear its superiors."
Then his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"But that's alright."
"Today, Dhoomketu… you will become an example."
His voice darkened further.
"I will show humanity exactly what happens when humans challenge demons."
"Destruction may look beautiful…"
"…but in the end, destruction is always terrifying."
As Vyomasur tightened his fist further, the ice spikes piercing Dhoomketu's arms began growing taller from the ground.
Because his arms were impaled on them, Dhoomketu himself was slowly lifted higher and higher into the air.
Within moments, two giant pillars of ice stood across the battlefield like pillars of execution—
And hanging between them…
covered in blood…
was Dhoomketu.
Meanwhile, Vipul could do nothing except cry as he watched his father being tortured.
The demons were humiliating him.
Destroying him.
And Vipul couldn't save him.
That helplessness was tearing him apart from inside.
But then—
without even looking at him, Kakbhushundi suddenly spoke in a calm voice while staring ahead.
"You can help him."
Vipul immediately looked toward him in shock.
Kakbhushundi continued quietly,
"You may not be able to save his life…"
"…but you can make sure he isn't alone when he dies."
The moment he heard that, Vipul stood up instantly.
Then he turned toward the two boys who had come with him.
"Children…"
His voice hardened.
"Don't let them touch him."
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, Vyomasur raised his voice again.
"Today, Dhoomketu will become a warning for your species… for those dogs of Baadallok… and for the entire universe!"
He spread his arms dramatically.
"Today I will show humans, gods, and even demons what happens when someone dares challenge Rakshasas!"
His smile became monstrous.
"The result isn't bad…"
"…it's horrifying."
Then he looked toward Balasur.
"You should feel honored, Dhoomketu. Today you become history."
"Balasur…"
His voice turned deadly cold.
"Rip this human into pieces."
"I want every part of his body scattered across the world…"
"…so humanity dies from fear alone."
The moment he received the order, Balasur cracked his knuckles and grinned wildly.
"Ahh… I've waited so long for this moment," he growled happily. "Now THIS will be fun."
Then he looked at Dhoomketu like a predator staring at prey.
"Come on, old man…"
"Let's play."
The next moment, Balasur's body began changing.
The hair across his arms, chest, and back suddenly grew longer…
thicker…
and completely white.
Within seconds, he looked like a giant white beast standing on two legs.
Then—
he leapt straight toward Dhoomketu.
In the next second, Balasur's fist was about to smash directly into Dhoomketu's stomach—
But suddenly—
BAM!
A powerful kick slammed into Balasur's face mid-air.
The impact sent him crashing and skidding violently across the ground.
For the first time—
Vyomasur and Jeevanshini both looked genuinely shocked.
Standing before them now were three figures.
One wore a dark sage-like cloak.
And beside him stood two young men dressed in black combat suits.
Balasur slowly rose from the ground and stared toward the cloaked man.
Then his eyes widened slightly.
"Ahh… the man with the power of the gods."
A wicked grin spread across his face.
"So you're the Devdoot."
The cloaked man was Vipul.
The moment Balasur finished speaking, Vipul attacked him furiously while roaring—
"Keep your filthy demonic hands away from my father!"
And the moment Vipul stepped onto the battlefield—
Dhoomketu froze.
At the same time, far away, everyone watching from the television inside Om's house also stood up in complete shock.
Vijay, Manoj, and the rest of the family stared at the screen with trembling eyes.
Then all of them shouted together in disbelief—
"Brother?!"
First their father.
And now their brother.
The Ahuja Family had completely fallen into shock.
Nobody could take their eyes off the television anymore.