The void between stars trembled.
Far beyond light and time, where even gods whispered in fear, lay the Dark World—Lucis' realm, forged in betrayal, ruled by shadows and twisted echoes of divine truth.
There, within a blackened throne room of obsidian and sorrow, Lucis sat—smiling.
Surrounding him were the Ten Commandments—not laws, but living weapons. Each one a monstrous god-forged being of celestial origin, fused with the essence of dominion.
Suddenly—
A tear in reality split the space.
Ravana appeared.
No gate, no spell. Just will.
Lucis stood slowly. "You dare come here?"
Ravana stood free.
He stepped forward, his voice calm—yet each word cracked the foundations of reality:
"This is not a warning. This is a promise. The gods who seek control... will fall. The war has begun."
Then—wings.
Behind him, the massive, radiant wings of Lucifer unfurled. Not as master, but as ally. They stretched wide, casting a divine shadow that even the void dared not cross. He stood silent—his allegiance declared by presence alone.
The black chains, however, were not his.
They had been summoned by Nazha—a manifestation of an ancient, neutral force—black power that could suppress gods and demons alike. It had wrapped around Ravana not to restrain him, but to test him. Chains that judged power and purity, forged by will—not darkness.
And in the darkest chamber of this realm, where even gods could fall silent, it was Radhaya's sunlight—brilliant, searing, divine—that answered the void.
His solar aura ignited, burning like dawn over an eternal night.
It cut through the black chains—not by force, but by worth.
Not broken. Released.
Then came the titans:
Hanuman, blazing with unshakable will, his war cry tearing through dimensions.
Wukong, smile wide, spinning his staff with effortless power.
And Yali, vast beyond imagination, in full cosmic form—his body alone eclipsed the castle in mass and majesty.
Lucis froze.
The Ten Commandments felt it too—a fear they had never known.
Ravana turned to them all.
"The chains are ours. The fire is ours. The sun is ours."
"And now… so is the war."
A shockwave of black fire, solar light, and divine wings burst through the Dark World.
And the Ashura returned to the battlefield of the gods.