As the smoke finally cleared, the man standing at the center of the battlefield became visible—
And the moment Vipul and even the injured Dhoomketu saw him…
both of them froze in shock.
Because neither of them had expected to see Om here.
Vipul's eyes instantly filled with tears after seeing his son.
But in the very next second, something suddenly struck his mind.
Without wasting a moment, he quietly hid himself behind a large rock nearby and began watching Om from there.
The moment he looked at his son properly, his eyes overflowed with emotion.
A glowing blue dust-like aura slowly began rising from Vipul's body and drifting into the air.
Seeing that, Vipul smiled faintly and looked up toward the sky.
Meanwhile—
Om stood there burning with rage.
His eyes were glowing red.
The veins on his face had bulged out from anger.
The moment Om saw his grandfather being tortured on television, something inside him snapped.
He had pushed his powers beyond their limit for the first time.
Using his mental abilities, he somehow managed to track Dhoomketu's location.
Om still didn't fully understand his own powers.
But for the very first time, instead of panicking, he calmed his mind completely.
And then he realized something.
If his grandfather was also free from mental restrictions like him…
then maybe he could locate him through his energy signature.
And that was exactly what Om did.
The moment he sensed Dhoomketu—
he ran.
Then, without even understanding the full extent of his powers, Om pushed his body and mind beyond everything they could handle—
and jumped into the sky.
After unlocking all his physical and mental chakras earlier, he had unknowingly gained the ability to fly.
And now—
he truly was flying.
Straight through the skies.
Straight toward this battlefield.
And finally—
his flight brought him crashing directly between everyone.
Om's burning eyes locked onto Vyomasur, Balasur, and Jeevanshini.
But suddenly—
Om sensed something strange.
He instantly turned toward the rocks where Vipul was hiding.
The moment Om looked that way, Vipul quickly concealed himself completely.
Om frowned for a second, but after sensing nothing there, he turned back toward the three monsters standing before him.
Just then, Balasur slowly rose from the ground, still hurt badly from Om's landing impact.
He glared at Om furiously.
"So Mahishasur was telling the truth after all…"
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"A child…"
"A child carrying a power even greater than the gods themselves…"
Then his expression twisted.
"Not a god…"
"Not even a human…"
"…just a child."
Om didn't understand a single thing they were saying.
How could he?
Everything was new to him.
Demons.
Baadallok.
The prophecy.
He knew nothing.
But despite his confusion, Om spoke coldly through his anger.
"I don't care who or what you disgusting creatures are."
His voice turned sharper.
"Stay away from my family."
Then his eyes burned fiercely.
"And especially from my grandfather."
The moment he said that, Jeevanshini smiled darkly.
"So you're both the old man's grandson…"
"…and the prophecy child."
Her eyes gleamed dangerously.
"So the old man was hiding secrets."
Then she licked her lips slowly.
"No matter."
"I always wanted to feed my insects a human with special blood."
Her smile widened.
"Today my hunger will finally be satisfied."
Without warning—
Jeevanshini attacked from behind using her swarm of insects.
But the instant Om noticed her—
Vyomasur acted immediately.
With a single motion of his hand, he froze Om completely inside a giant block of ice.
The second Om got trapped—
Balasur burst into loud laughter.
"That's it?" he mocked. "So this is the great power?"
Then he laughed harder.
"They were right after all."
"Even Vishnu himself becomes weak in human form…"
"And this is still just a human child!"
But unlike him—
Jeevanshini suddenly looked disturbed.
Slowly, she turned toward Dhoomketu hanging from the ice pillars.
The moment her eyes landed on him—
fear flashed across her face.
"Brother… look there!"
The three demons instantly turned toward Dhoomketu—
And all of them froze.
Because the frozen Om was no longer standing on the ground.
Along with the entire block of ice—
he was now floating in the air directly in front of Dhoomketu.
Even Dhoomketu himself looked stunned.
Then—
inside the ice—
Om slowly clenched his fist tightly.
CRACK.
The entire glacier exploded apart instantly.
The sight shocked everyone.
The three demons…
Adi…
and even the masked young man.
Adi blinked in surprise before grinning.
"Heh… not bad."
Then he nudged his companion playfully.
"Brother, the kid's got style."
"He looks pretty cool, doesn't he?"
But meanwhile—
Om floated silently before his grandfather.
Both grandfather and grandson stared at each other with tears in their eyes.
Then Om finally spoke in a trembling voice after seeing Dhoomketu's condition.
"How are you…?"
Dhoomketu smiled weakly.
"When I first saw you…"
His eyes softened with emotion.
"…you were standing in the courtyard of your house waiting for your parents."
"A tiny little child…"
"With tiny little hands…"
A tear rolled down his cheek.
"You would slip away from your mother again and again just to touch my photograph."
"You used to place your little hands on my cheeks in that photo…"
Then he smiled proudly.
"My Om."
His voice grew heavier.
"And when we truly met for the first time…"
"…you were trying to die."
"But today…"
His eyes glistened.
"…my Om has come to save me."
Then he smiled warmly despite all the blood covering him.
"A grandfather becomes healthy the moment he sees his grandson."
"All my pain disappeared the second I saw you, my child."
Om's eyes filled even more.
"I didn't know who you were…"
His voice cracked.
"But YOU knew I was your grandson, didn't you?"
Pain filled his face.
"I needed you after Mom and Dad died."
"Why didn't you stay with me if you knew?"
"Why did you stay so close… yet so far away all these years?"
Then he spoke desperately.
"Everyone at home is waiting for you."
"Manoj uncle…"
"Vijay uncle…"
His voice shook emotionally.
"I'm taking you home with me."
But before Om could finish—
Balasur suddenly leapt toward him violently while roaring,
"You'll take him home only if you survive first!"
His giant fist came crashing toward Om's face—
But before the attack could land—
BAM!
Om's fist smashed directly into Balasur's nose with terrifying force.
The impact was monstrous.
Balasur flew backward instantly and crashed straight into Jeevanshini.
Both of them slammed hard onto the ground together.
Seeing that—
even Vyomasur looked shocked now.
Meanwhile, Om slowly turned toward him with burning eyes.
Using his energy, Om formed a small glowing dagger in his hand.
Then he pointed it directly at Vyomasur and growled,
"Oye, freaks…"
"I don't care who you are…"
"But none of you are leaving alive today."