Under the pale glow of the moon, the final moments of the battle unfolded.

  The night sky was quiet.

  But beneath it—

  Chaos roared.

  Lioran floated high above the shattered battlefield, his body surrounded by a blazing golden aura. His clothes fluttered violently in the storm of Prā?a swirling around him.

  Between his palms—

  A sphere of impossibly compressed energy trembled.

  The Prā?a inside it spun like a collapsing star.

  It crackled violently, its light flickering between gold and white as if it were struggling to remain contained.

  Far below him—

  The gigantic Kroor roared.

  The monstrous creature—formed from the entire haunted building—towered like a walking fortress of rubble, stone, and bone. Broken walls formed its limbs. Rusted iron rods stuck out like spears. Windows glowed like distorted eyes.

  It raised a colossal arm made of crushed pillars and twisted steel.

  Then—

  BOOOOOOOM—!!!

  It slammed upward toward Lioran.

  The force of the swing split the air.

  But Lioran vanished.

  “Prā?a Swift.”

  He reappeared meters away.

  The gigantic arm smashed into empty air and continued downward.

  CRAAAAAASH—!!!

  The impact shattered the ground below, sending chunks of earth flying across the battlefield.

  The Kroor roared again.

  It swung its other arm.

  Lioran dodged again, moving through the air like a streak of golden lightning.

  But even while evading—

  His focus never left the sphere in his hands.

  The energy inside continued spinning.

  Faster.

  Faster.

  Lioran narrowed his eyes.

  “…Not enough.”

  He tightened his grip.

  The Prā?a sphere shrank further as he compressed it again.

  More pressure.

  More rotation.

  “Now…”

  He slowly began rotating the sphere with his palms.

  The Prā?a inside responded instantly.

  Its flow changed direction.

  Its rotation intensified.

  The air around him trembled.

  Wind currents shifted.

  The sphere began spinning violently, pulling surrounding air into its rotation.

  Below him, Sharin squinted upward.

  “…What is he doing?”

  Aishwarya’s hair whipped wildly in the rising winds.

  “He’s rotating the Prā?a…”

  Skanda watched silently, his expression serious.

  Lioran’s voice echoed faintly in the sky.

  “I need more rotation.”

  The speed increased.

  The Prā?a sphere whirled like a miniature storm.

  Wind spiraled around Lioran.

  A vortex began forming around his body.

  WHOOOOOOOOO—!!!

  The air screamed as the vortex expanded outward.

  Trees bent.

  Dust spiraled upward.

  Loose rubble lifted from the ground.

  The giant Kroor sensed the danger.

  It raised both arms.

  Then the ground erupted.

  Entire chunks of broken structure launched toward Lioran like massive projectiles.

  But the vortex swallowed them instantly.

  The debris entered the rotating current—

  And shattered.

  Pulverized into dust.

  Lioran’s eyes sharpened.

  “Yes…”

  “This will work.”

  The rotation intensified further.

  The Prā?a vortex now stretched outward like a spiraling tornado of golden energy.

  Lightning-like streaks of light flashed inside it.

  Wind pressure crushed downward toward the Kroor.

  Even the giant creature struggled to remain stable.

  Lioran raised the rotating sphere above his head.

  The vortex expanded further.

  “I will stop you!”

  The Kroor roared and lunged upward, stretching its enormous arms toward him.

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  But Lioran thrust the spinning sphere downward.

  “TAKE THIS!”

  The sphere shot downward like a meteor.

  The moment it touched the giant Kroor—

  The rotation exploded outward.

  WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!!

  The Prā?a sphere expanded into a gigantic vortex.

  A spiraling column of destructive energy swallowed the Kroor entirely.

  Lioran’s voice echoed through the storm.

  “PRAGENTEX!”

  The vortex roared like a living beast.

  The giant Kroor tried to resist.

  Its massive body slammed its arms against the spiraling current.

  But the vortex devoured everything it touched.

  Chunks of the giant’s arms tore away instantly.

  Stone walls ripped apart.

  Steel beams twisted and snapped.

  Entire sections of the Kroor’s body were pulled into the rotating current.

  Inside the vortex—

  Everything spun violently.

  Walls.

  Bones.

  Pillars.

  Debris.

  The Kroor’s monstrous body began breaking apart piece by piece.

  It roared in rage.

  But the vortex tightened.

  The rotation intensified.

  Faster.

  Sharper.

  Deadlier.

  Every fragment of the Kroor that entered the vortex was crushed instantly by the spiraling Prā?a pressure.

  CRRRRRAAAASH—!!!

  One of its massive arms tore off completely and was dragged into the vortex.

  Then another.

  The giant staggered.

  But the destruction didn’t stop.

  The vortex drilled deeper into its body.

  Its torso shattered.

  Walls exploded outward.

  Broken windows spun like knives before turning to dust.

  Its massive legs cracked apart.

  The Kroor screamed.

  Its three glowing eyes flickered in terror.

  “IMPOSSIBLE—!!!”

  But the vortex devoured its voice.

  It devoured its body.

  Slowly—

  The enormous creature began collapsing inward.

  Its entire structure breaking apart under the relentless rotational pressure.

  The battlefield shook.

  Chunks of debris shot upward like meteors before being shredded into nothing.

  The vortex became brighter.

  Hotter.

  Deadlier.

  Until finally—

  The giant Kroor’s core was reached.

  The center of its existence.

  The vortex tightened one final time.

  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM—!!!

  A massive explosion of golden Prā?a erupted into the night sky.

  The vortex collapsed.

  Silence followed.

  The battlefield became still again.

  There was nothing left.

  No rubble.

  No Kroor.

  No remains.

  It was as if the vortex had devoured everything.

  Sharin stared in disbelief.

  “…What the hell was that attack?”

  Aishwarya slowly lowered her hand from shielding her eyes.

  “It erased the Kroor… completely.”

  High above—

  Lioran floated for a moment.

  Then his aura flickered.

  His strength vanished.

  “…Guess that used everything…”

  His body began falling.

  “LIORAN!” Sharin shouted.

  Before he hit the ground—

  Skanda appeared beneath him and caught him.

  “Phew,” Skanda sighed. “That was close.”

  Lioran slowly opened his eyes.

  “…Thanks.”

  Sharin rushed over.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah… just tired.”

  Skanda shook his head.

  “You fought for too long.”

  “You maintained aerial movement using Prā?a Swift.”

  “And that final technique drained nearly your entire Prā?a reserve.”

  He looked serious.

  “Overusing Prā?a can kill you.”

  Lioran nodded weakly.

  “…I’ll remember that.”

  Aishwarya approached.

  “The skeletons are safe.”

  Lioran smiled faintly.

  “…Good.”

  “We should give them peace.”

  Later that night, under the quiet moon—

  They buried the skeletons in the earth.

  Each one placed carefully.

  Each one honored.

  They stood together with their hands joined in respect.

  Lioran spoke softly.

  “I hope all of you find peace in the next world.”

  The wind blew gently through the trees.

  For the first time—

  The place felt calm.

  Afterward, they walked Arpit back to his home.

  Outside the door—

  Skanda placed a glowing finger against the boy’s forehead.

  The light faded quickly.

  Arpit blinked.

  “…Who are you?”

  Then he saw Skanda’s terrifying mask.

  “AAAAAH!”

  The boy burst into tears and ran inside.

  Aishwarya sighed.

  “You made him cry again.”

  “That’s not my fault,” Skanda replied.

  Sharin tilted his head.

  “What did you do?”

  “Simple,” Skanda said. “I erased his memories of us, the Kroor, and the haunted house.”

  “Normal people shouldn’t know about our world.”

  Lioran looked interested.

  “…Can you teach that?”

  Skanda smirked.

  “That will be your next lesson.”

  The group walked away under the quiet moonlight.

  TO BE CONTINUED…