The Forbidden Element

The golden aura around Surya Raj flickered like a raging inferno, yet there was no heat—only raw, untamed power. The air itself seemed to bend around him, vibrating under the force of something beyond human comprehension.

Across the shattered throne room, Emperor Indra Varma I stood, his piercing golden eyes locked onto Surya. He was calm, unfazed. If anything, he looked... pleased.

"A remarkable development," Indra mused, adjusting his grip on his golden spear. "So, the bloodline was not a mere myth after all."

Surya barely heard him. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. He had never felt anything like this before—this energy surging through his veins, flooding his muscles with power. His hands clenched into fists, golden light crackling around them.

Then, in a single moment, everything exploded.

Surya vanished from where he stood, the ground beneath him shattering into dust.

Indra's eyes barely flicked upward before—

BOOM!

Surya's fist collided with Indra's golden spear, the impact creating a shockwave that obliterated the palace walls.

Saria and Rohan, standing near the entrance, were sent flying backward. The entire throne room crumbled, marble pillars collapsing like brittle sticks.

A cloud of dust engulfed the battlefield.

For a second, there was silence.

Then—

A golden spear came slicing through the dust at blinding speed.

Surya barely had time to react. He twisted his body, dodging the attack by a hair's breadth—but before he could counter, Indra was already behind him.

CRACK!

A devastating kick slammed into Surya's ribs, sending him hurtling through the remains of the throne. His body crashed into the far wall, shattering stone and debris on impact.

The sheer force left him gasping for air. He could barely think.

"He's... too fast."

Indra stepped forward, tapping his golden spear against the ground.

"You may have awakened a divine power," he said, his voice as calm as ever. "But raw power without control is nothing but chaos."

He pointed his spear at Surya.

"And chaos is easily erased."

Surya groaned, pushing himself out of the rubble. His body felt strange—it wasn't pain he felt, but a deep exhaustion, as if this power was consuming him from within.

But he couldn't stop.

He wouldn't stop.

Gritting his teeth, he vanished again, golden sparks trailing behind him as he shot toward Indra. This time, he struck faster, unleashing a barrage of attacks, each hit backed by the overwhelming force of his newfound power.

Punch. Kick. Palm strike.

Each blow cracked the air, but—

Indra dodged them all effortlessly.