Kiara's heart pounded as she sprinted toward Yuvaan, her hands reaching for him. But the earth beneath her betrayed her—roots shot up suddenly, wrapping tightly around her feet, anchoring her to the ground. She struggled, her frustration and fear mixing with desperation.
Kalashree's laughter echoed, dark and sharp. "Falling in love was your greatest weakness, Yuvaan. And now… I will snatch that very love from you!"
From her outstretched hands, gleaming daggers shot toward Kiara. But before they could strike, Yuvaan moved with a surge of strength and instinct, placing himself between the daggers and Kiara. The daggers struck him, and he screamed in agony. Kiara's arms wrapped around him as he sank to his knees, his body trembling under the pain. Tears streaked down her face as she held him close.
"Y-Yuvaan!" she sobbed, her voice cracking.
Kalashree's eyes swept across the battlefield. She noticed the Reevavanshi fighting relentlessly—Vikram, Varun, Mishka, and Angad, battered but unyielding. A smirk crossed her lips. "Even with all your efforts, your companions will fall before me," she taunted.
With a flick of her hand, a dark wind lifted Yuvaan into the air. His body slammed down against the hard earth with a thundering impact, sending dust and debris scattering. Kiara's cry tore through the chaos, her hands desperately trying to reach him, but the roots held her fast. Shock and fear etched her face as she realized the sheer strength of Kalashree.
The battlefield trembled under the clash of dark forces and the unrelenting courage of the Reevavanshi, while above it all, Kalashree's shadow loomed—her power, cruelty, and intent unmistakable.
Yuvaan's eyes, burning red with pain and fury, met Kalashree's gaze. Even on his knees, he radiated defiance.
Kiara's eyes darted across the battlefield, taking in the chaos. The dark forces were overwhelming the Reevavanshi—demons, Yakshas, and Daayans pressed forward with merciless speed. Her heart lurched as she saw Yuvaan, kneeling with one hand clutching his burning chest, blood trickling from his mouth.
But even in agony, he rose. Flames erupted around him, his magic surging despite the searing pain. With a wave of his hand, the roots that had trapped Kiara disintegrated, freeing her. She ran to him, wrapping herself around his trembling form, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Yuvaan…" she whispered, her voice breaking.
He held her tightly, a faint smile breaking through his pain. "Even if I die here, Kiara… I'll never regret loving you."
A cold wind swept across the battlefield. Kalashree appeared, majestic and terrifying, her dark golden saree flowing, her blood crown gleaming. In her hand, a spear pulsated with shadowed energy. With a swift motion, she hurled it straight at Yuvaan.
"Yuvaan!" Kiara screamed as the spear pierced his side.
"Brother…" Angad groaned, clutching his own wound, his face contorted with pain and disbelief. Vikram and Varun's eyes widened in shock, their arrows frozen midair.
Yuvaan gritted his teeth, blood staining his lips. With sheer determination, he pulled the spear out of his body, every movement costing him dearly. His hand trembled as he held it, but his gaze remained fixed on Kalashree.
Kiara clung to him, sobbing helplessly. "Don't leave me… please…"
Yuvaan's lips quivered into a faint smile despite the blood. "I'm not leaving… not while I still have you."
The battlefield held its breath—flames, shadows, and despair intertwining, as love and darkness faced each other with all-consuming intensity.
Kalashree's cruel smile never faltered.The orb in her hand glowed brighter, and the sigil on Yuvaan's chest flared violently. His back arched unnaturally, his screams echoing across the battlefield as if his very body was being torn apart from the inside. Blood dripped from his lips, his skin scorched with invisible flames, and his knees buckled.
Kiara's heart nearly shattered at the sight. She stumbled forward, tears blurring her vision, and laid a trembling hand on his chest. The moment her fingers touched him, something inside her snapped. A roaring, incandescent fury surged from her very core, fueled by fear, love, and righteous anger.
"Stooooooopppppppp iiitttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed standing up at once, her voice cracking the air like thunder.
Instantly, the battlefield froze. Rocks, dirt, and debris hovered in the air around her, suspended mid-motion as if time itself had shuddered. Kalashree's eyes widened in disbelief. Taamsi froze mid-step, her hands rigid around her weapon. The Kaal Vansh halted, their attacks suspended midair. Even the dark lightning surrounding the battlefield seemed to falter.
Kiara's aura blazed, golden and fierce, illuminating the smoke and shadows like a divine inferno. Every reevavanshi and even Yuvaan, weakened and gasping, felt the power radiating from her—raw, unstoppable, and fueled by love.
Kalashree whispered, her voice trembling for the first time, "What… what is this power?"
Yuvaan, still gasping in pain, looked up at her with awe. His red eyes, still burning from the orb, softened as he saw the intensity of her love.
Kiara's gaze locked on Kalashree, her anger and determination unyielding. "You will never hurt him again. Not today. Not ever!"
The battlefield, for a moment, held its breath. Even the elements seemed to bow to the unstoppable force of her wrath.