In a shattered universe divided into three realms—Eternal Paradise, Internal Membrane, and the Dark Abyss—fate is not a gift, but a curse. Born into chaos, Parth is the forsaken son of a legendary warrior and a martyr mother, abandoned by gods, stripped of his power, and thrown into the abyss to rot. But the flame within him never died.

He wields Aura, the weakest known force on Earth—yet in the forgotten depths of the universe, it's a power that answers emotion, fragments, and pain. Parth survives hell with nothing but sheer will... and the desire to destroy the false peace worshipped by the divine.

When Dev, a broken prince betrayed by his own blood, falls into the abyss seeking death, Parth saves him—unknowingly forging a bond that will shatter galaxies.

Together, they will rise as outcasts. Together, they will burn down the heavens.

But heroes don’t wear halos here—Parth forms Karma, a feared force with no allegiance to gods, demons, or kings. They don’t fight for justice... they fight for balance. And the world calls them criminals.

As cosmic wars ignite, forbidden powers awaken, and multiverses collapse, a terrifying truth begins to unfold:

Sometimes the villain is just a hero who survived too much.

The battlefield had gone silent — for a moment.


Parth stood surrounded by the bodies of fallen soldiers, blood and smoke painting the night sky above the Dark Lotus Sect. His blade dripped with the remnants of war, his breath steady but his eyes locked on something else.


Behind him, Dev had collapsed. His lips moved in a whisper, murmuring ancient chants — the forbidden summoning ritual for the Hell Gate.


Parth's eyes widened. "No," he muttered. "Not yet."


He knew Dev's plan. If they opened the Hell Gate, they could escape—just the two of them. But both were loyal sons of the sect. They couldn't abandon their people.


Parth stepped beside him, placing a hand on Dev's shoulder.


"Get the children… the women. Save them. I'll deal with that bastard general. He's not dead—just injured."


Dev hesitated, but nodded. Then he ran, heading deeper into the sect halls.


Parth turned back, sword in hand, and whispered a mantra no one had heard before. The air warped around him. His tense expression cracked into a devilish grin.


His sclera—the white of his eyes—turned pitch black. A glowing red ring formed in each pupil.


Dev glanced back for just a second. "He's done it… He mastered Vajra Kai," he whispered.


The attacker leader stood tall, a sinister grin curling on his lips.


Then, a calm voice echoed through the smoke.


From the smoke stepped Ram, the Sect Master of Dark Lotus. His black coat fluttered behind him, eyes gleaming with annoyance.


The leader's grin grew. "Mr. Ram… long time no see."


Ram scoffed. "Let's get one thing straight. I don't associate with burnt potatoes."


"You bastard!" the man roared. "It's me—your death. I am Will Diablo!"


Ram yawned, gripping the hilt of his black blade. "Will Diablo? Sounds like a cheap wrestler name."


He vanished in a flash — and appeared right in front of the attacker leader.


"No more jokes. Let me show you the final style of the Black Lotus Blade."


Chapter 6 - Chapter 5: Vajra Kai Unleashed