Saksham's scream tore across the Divine War Realm.
Mountains shook.
Storms scattered.
The mark of black fire burned on his forehead like molten poison.
He collapsed to both knees, clutching his head.
Visions flooded him.
A sky full of dead gods.
Cities drowned in shadow.
Countless eyes opening in darkness.
A throne made of broken halos.
And on that throne—
A faceless figure watching him.
Eltharos moved first.
His spear struck the air itself.
CRAAASH!
A crimson barrier formed around Saksham.
Vaelthor raised both hands.
Silver symbols spiraled around the barrier like chains.
"Hold his mind together!" he shouted.
Eltharos snarled.
"I am trying."
Saksham slammed one fist into the ground.
The pain was not physical.
It was invasion.
Something ancient was forcing itself into his thoughts.
System windows flashed wildly before his eyes.
[CURSE DETECTED]
[TYPE: UNKNOWN DIVINE HOSTILE]
[ANALYSIS FAILED]
[SEALING PROTOCOL UNAVAILABLE]
[HOST RESISTANCE CRITICAL]
Saksham gritted his teeth.
"I'm... not... yours..."
A voice answered inside his skull.
> "Everything strong becomes mine."
At the Royal Academy, students stumbled as the earth trembled.
Aryan dropped his training sword instantly.
"No."
He did not know why he said it.
He only knew one thing:
His brother was in danger.
He ran.
Roderic shouted after him.
"Where are you going?!"
Aryan did not stop.
"To get stronger!"
Victor stepped into his path.
Aryan skidded to a halt.
"Move!"
Victor studied his face.
"You felt it too."
Aryan blinked.
"You did?"
Victor nodded once.
"The sky tasted wrong."
Elena and Orion arrived moments later.
Orion's expression was grim.
"The realm has been breached."
Aryan pointed upward angrily.
"Then send me there!"
"No," Orion said instantly.
"You would die before landing."
Aryan clenched both fists so hard they shook.
"Then tell me how to help!"
Back in the War Realm—
Black flames spread from Saksham's forehead across his temples.
His eyes flickered between silver, darkness, and burning red.
Vaelthor's voice sharpened.
"If the curse roots in both eyes, he becomes a vessel."
Eltharos growled.
"Then rip it out."
"I cannot rip what entered through destiny."
The black moon above split wider.
That giant eye watched with amusement.
Saksham suddenly stood.
Too quickly.
Too smoothly.
His posture was wrong.
Head tilted.
Smile crooked.
Eltharos raised his spear instantly.
"Saksham?"
The possessed voice answered:
"Close enough."
He vanished.
BOOM!
Eltharos blocked a punch that cracked the plains for miles.
The God of War slid backward.
Vaelthor's hidden eye widened beneath the blindfold.
"He's channeling god-level force through a mortal body."
Saksham attacked again.
Kick.
Palm strike.
Elbow.
Every move perfect.
Every move vicious.
Eltharos parried, blocked, countered.
But he was forced back.
"Wake up, boy!" Eltharos roared.
The possessed Saksham laughed.
"He is watching."
Then his hand formed a sphere of black gravity.
Vaelthor moved instantly.
"DOWN!"
The sphere detonated.
Half the battlefield vanished.
Silence followed.
Dust rolled across broken horizons.
Eltharos emerged from the smoke with torn armor.
Saksham stood opposite him, black fire now circling both arms.
At the academy, Orion led Aryan, Victor, and Elena into the hidden tower.
Ancient runes glowed brighter than ever.
The seal gate trembled violently.
Aryan stared.
"This can reach him?"
"For a moment," Orion said.
"But only through blood resonance."
Everyone turned to Aryan.
He blinked.
"What?"
Orion stepped closer.
"You are his brother."
"If anyone can send strength across realms... it is you."
Aryan swallowed hard.
"I don't know how."
Elena placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Then do what you always do."
"Try recklessly."
Victor smirked.
"Rare excellent advice."
Aryan glared.
Then stepped toward the gate.
Back in the War Realm—
Eltharos struck with full force.
His spear became a comet of warfire.
Saksham caught it barehanded.
The black flames around him devoured the crimson energy.
Eltharos's eyes widened.
"Impossible."
The possessed voice smiled wider.
"Your era ended long ago."
Then Saksham raised his free hand—
And pointed at Eltharos.
A thousand black spikes formed in the sky.
Vaelthor stepped forward at last.
"Enough."
He removed the full blindfold.
Both eyes opened.
Twin universes spun within them.
Time slowed.
Storms froze.
Even the black spikes halted midair.
The possessed Saksham staggered.
"Vaelthor... you would spend that much power?"
The God of Eyes spoke coldly.
"I dislike thieves."
He looked directly into Saksham's cursed forehead mark.
Silver rings expanded outward.
The black fire screamed.
Yes—
Screamed.
At the academy, Aryan placed both hands on the gate seal.
Pain shot through his arms.
He shouted anyway.
"BROTHER!"
Golden lightning burst from his body.
Wind spiraled around him.
The gate responded.
A beam of blue-gold energy shot upward and vanished into the sky.
Orion's eyes widened.
"He truly resonated..."
In the War Realm, just as Vaelthor began suppressing the curse—
That beam struck Saksham's chest.
He froze.
Memories surged.
Home.
Laughter.
Aryan following him everywhere as a child.
Their mother smiling.
Training together.
Protecting each other.
The black flames faltered.
Inside the mental darkness, Saksham heard Aryan's voice again.
> "Come back stronger."
Saksham's real consciousness surged upward.
His left eye flashed silver.
His right eye became a dark spiral.
The curse voice hissed.
"No."
Saksham answered aloud:
"Yes."
He seized the black fire mark with his own hand.
And ripped it from his forehead.
The curse became a screaming orb of shadow.
Eltharos impaled it instantly with his spear.
Vaelthor sealed it in silver chains.
The black moon cracked violently above.
A furious roar echoed from beyond it.
Then the eye vanished.
Silence.
Saksham swayed where he stood.
Exhausted.
Burned.
Bleeding.
But free.
Eltharos laughed loudly.
"There he is!"
Vaelthor covered his eyes again.
"Barely."
Saksham looked at his trembling hands.
Then at the fading sky.
"What... did I just awaken?"
On his forehead, where the curse had been—
A faint third-eye symbol glowed for one second.
Then disappeared.
Eltharos and Vaelthor both went silent.
That silence was worse than any answer.
END OF EPISODE 10