"Grandpa… thank you."
Om looked at Dhoomketu with a gentle smile through tearful eyes.
"Thank you for saving me… for always watching over me… and for giving me this new life. Thank you, Grandpa."
Hearing those words, Dhoomketu pulled Om into a warm embrace and smiled proudly.
"Om… even if my body is gone, remember this… I will always be with you. Always."
For a moment, both grandfather and grandson simply stood there in peace.
Then slowly, they stepped apart.
Dhoomketu placed his hand over Om's heart and spoke softly,
"I know there is an extraordinary source of energy inside you. But right now, you are still weak… perhaps my energy can help you a little."
The moment he said that, a strange blue light began glowing from Dhoomketu's hand.
The energy slowly flowed directly into Om's heart.
And after a few moments…
the light disappeared.
But as soon as it vanished, Dhoomketu himself also began fading away little by little.
At the same time, Om felt something unbelievable happening inside his body.
Power.
A terrifying amount of power.
It felt as if his strength had multiplied countless times over.
Om looked at his grandfather in shock.
Dhoomketu gently placed his hand on Om's cheek one last time and smiled lovingly.
"Stay happy, Om… and take care of yourself."
Om's eyes filled again, but this time there was strength inside them.
"Yes… Grandpa."
Then—
Dhoomketu disappeared completely.
And Om stood there silently, staring into the endless white space left behind.
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield—
everyone was stunned after seeing Balasur trembling in fear.
His entire body shook uncontrollably as he muttered,
"He's coming… exactly like the prophecy said… and I don't want to die!"
Vyomasur roared at him angrily,
"But you swore an oath!"
Balasur looked completely broken.
"No! I only agreed to help stop that old man! I never agreed to fight that boy! That is not my battle!"
Vyomasur stepped toward him furiously.
"Have some shame! What face will you show the demon world after running away from a child?! Everyone will laugh at the mighty warrior Balasur for fleeing in fear!"
But Balasur didn't even listen.
Without another word, he rushed toward the crack in the ground and escaped inside it like a terrified beast.
Watching him run away, Vyomasur exploded in rage.
"Cowardly demon! Run if you want!"
Then he raised his spear toward the sky and screamed madly,
"But today I will show the entire universe what it truly means to be a demon! I will show them destruction itself!"
The moment he swung the spear—
the entire battlefield began freezing.
Ice rapidly spread across the ground in every direction.
Huge layers of frozen crystal rose from the earth.
Buildings…
rocks…
everything started turning to ice.
Adi and the masked boy were frozen solid where they stood.
Even Om's lifeless body disappeared beneath layers of ice.
The air itself became unbearably cold.
Standing near Om's body, Vipul struggled to even see through the blizzard.
Shielding his eyes with one arm, he muttered in shock,
"What… is he trying to freeze the entire area?!"
Vyomasur burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha! Today, I—the great demon Vyomasur—will prove before the entire universe that the gods' prophecy was nothing but a lie!"
His eyes burned with madness.
"And that child will die here!"
The freezing storm intensified further—
—but suddenly—
BOOOOOOM!
A massive explosion shook the battlefield.
Every single layer of ice shattered instantly.
The force of the blast was so terrifying that Vipul, Jeevanashini, and even Vyomasur himself were thrown violently through the air before crashing far away.
Lying on the ground, Vyomasur stared upward with wide horrified eyes.
"Impossible… impossible… that was my strongest attack… how did it fail?!"
Then he screamed toward the sky in disbelief.
"HOW?!"
And then—
a voice echoed through the battlefield.
"That is why people say… whenever a prophecy descends from the heavens, it should be accepted."
The voice was calm.
Cold.
Terrifying.
"Because the harder you try to stop it… the closer you move toward your own destruction."
A deadly silence spread everywhere.
And then the voice continued,
"And it seems today… the great demon Vyomasur is about to witness his end."
Everyone froze.
Vyomasur.
Jeevanashini.
Vipul.
Even Adi and the masked boy, who had just broken free from the shattered ice.
All of them slowly turned toward the source of that voice—
—and their eyes widened in shock.
Standing there…
covered in blood…
was Om.
Alive.
But something about him had changed completely.
The boy who once stood there was gone.
The seriousness on his face alone made him look terrifying.
Not like a human.
Not even like a warrior.
But like something far more dangerous.
Vipul immediately sensed it too.
That was Om…
and yet…
it didn't feel like the same Om anymore.
The moment Vipul saw him, he quietly hid himself behind the broken ice nearby.
Meanwhile, Om calmly looked around the battlefield.
His eyes landed on Jeevanashini and Vyomasur.
But then he frowned slightly.
Balasur was missing.
Om slowly looked at Vyomasur and spoke in an icy voice,
"Looks like that animal ran away."
The moment he spoke, chills ran down everyone's spine.
Just hearing his voice was enough to make their souls tremble.
Then Om slowly looked up toward the sky and said calmly,
"But I don't remember giving him permission to leave."