As the divine gun, once known as Vijaya Dhanushu, pulsed in Radhaya's hands, a storm of light spiraled around him. The ancient energy of the bow had not just transformed—it had merged with the modern world's rhythm. The weapon hummed with celestial frequencies, adapting its shape to Radhaya's will: at times a radiant rifle, other times a blazing hand cannon. It was no longer just a symbol of war—it was a judgment tool of gods reborn.
Lucifer stepped forward, eyeing the weapon with interest. "A relic forged for a new era. The gods are changing."
Murugan nodded. "As must the warriors who wield their legacy."
Ravana, watching in silence, turned away again. His eyes darkened with resolve.
"The Ten Commitments will not wait. Their council begins at dusk. And Radhaya—your shield is not just protection. It is proof that light can defy darkness."
Just then, the skies cracked once more, but not with thunder. A pulse—cold, unnatural—echoed across the horizon. The clouds twisted, forming a dark vortex. From it emerged a figure cloaked in voidfire—an agent of the Void Monarchy, one of the hidden factions that defied even gods.
"You took the bow," the figure said, its voice echoing like a thousand whispers. "Now the balance shatters."
Lucifer raised his hand, conjuring a burning sigil in the air. "Not them. Not this early…"
Murugan's eyes narrowed. "They've come too soon."
The cloaked entity pointed directly at Radhaya. "The Shield of Light. The Gun of Judgement. These are keys. And the locks they protect… are breaking."
Radhaya stepped forward, unshaken. "Then let them come. We'll fight with everything we are."
"A mirror born from shadow," the being hissed. "To defeat the light… we created the Dark Hero."