The air crackled with raw energy as Kalashree raised her hands, eyes blazing like molten fire.
"I am the mother of all evil!" she declared, and a torrent of dark magic surged toward Yuvaan. The ground trembled, the sky above swirling with storm clouds as the energy tore through the battlefield.
Yuvaan didn't flinch. Crimson flames erupted from his palms, colliding with Kalashree's dark magic in a spectacular clash. Sparks flew, shockwaves rippled outward, and both were thrown back several meters, grinding their feet into the earth as they struggled to maintain balance.
Panting, Yuvaan's voice cut through the chaos, firm and unwavering. "I was once the father of that very evil. But I… am no longer Kaal."
Kalashree's eyes narrowed as a flicker of unease crossed her face. She hadn't expected Yuvaan, once her darkness incarnate, to match her power so effortlessly. With a sinister smirk, she produced a glowing red orb from beneath her black-golden saree. In one swift motion, she squeezed it.
A searing surge shot through the battlefield straight into Yuvaan. The sigil on his chest, long dormant, flared to life. Crimson flames encircled his heart, and he staggered, spitting blood as his body convulsed in agony. His eyes flickered with pain and rage, the fire within his chest threatening to consume him.
"Yuvaan!" Kiara screamed, her bow falling from her hands as she raced toward him. Her heart pounded with terror, and she reached him just in time, wrapping her arms around his trembling body.
"Hold on, Yuvaan! You're not going to leave me!" she cried, pressing her hands against his chest, trying to calm the fire raging within him. The Reevavanshi and even some of the dark forces froze, witnessing the King of Darkness now vulnerable, held only by the unwavering love of his wifey.
The red orb in Kalashree's hand pulsed violently, glowing brighter than before. With a malicious grin, she squeezed it again.
This time, the power coursing into Yuvaan was unbearable. His body arched unnaturally, veins glowing as if his very blood had become molten fire. The sigil on his chest flared to life with blinding intensity, igniting a fire that seemed to burn from the inside out.
"Aahhh!" Yuvaan's scream tore across the battlefield, a mix of agony and defiance. His hands clawed at his chest, trying to contain the inferno, but the flames surged, licking his shoulders and torso.
In a sudden, violent motion, Yuvaan ripped open his shirt. The Reevavanshi gasped in horror and disbelief. There it was—his heart literally aflame, the sigil glowing like molten ruby, pulsing with a terrifying rhythm that mirrored the chaos around them.
Kiara's eyes filled with tears, but she refused to step back. She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her hands against his burning chest in a desperate attempt to soothe him. "Hold on, Yuvaan! You're stronger than this… we're stronger than this!"
Even the dark forces froze in awe and fear. The mighty Warlock King, once feared as Kaal, was now at the mercy of a mother's cruel power, yet he clung to life—not through magic, not through strength, but through the bond that had redefined him.
Yuvaan's lips trembled as he whispered through the pain, "Wifey… I… won't… let… go…"
Kalashree's eyes narrowed, her black-golden saree swaying in the rising wind. She had expected him to break—but she had underestimated the inferno that love could fuel.
The battlefield held its breath, the air thick with magic, fire, and the raw tension of an unstoppable force meeting an unyielding will.
Kalashree's eyes glimmered with cruel satisfaction as she addressed the chaos around her.
"Taamsi did an excellent job," she said, her voice echoing like thunder across the battlefield. "Placing this sigil on him the moment he was born as a mortal was… brilliant."
Kiara, struggling to her knees, spat back defiantly, "You're a coward! Using unfair tricks because you're too weak to face us honestly!"
Kalashree's dark aura flared. "Shut up!"
With a swift gesture, an invisible force slammed into Kiara, hurling her backward. She hit the ground hard, dust rising around her. Vikram and Varun rushed forward, their faces etched with worry.
"Kiara!" they shouted, reaching to help her, but the dark energy that surrounded Kalashree made even approaching her dangerous.
The dark queen's gaze turned back to the battlefield, her hands radiating lethal energy. "Kaal Vansh! Finish the Reevavanshi. Leave him to me. Yuvaan will pay for his betrayal."
The soldiers of the dark dynasty surged forward, their weapons gleaming with malice, while Kalashree's eyes never left the burning figure of Yuvaan. The air itself seemed to warp, charged with the heat of the sigil and the inevitability of a confrontation that could decide the fate of all realms.
Even as the chaos erupted around her, Kiara's determination flared through the pain. She clenched her fists, glaring at Kalashree. "You may be strong… but you'll never break him… or us!"