Return of the Mythic Bloodline

"This skill must not be used here or it will destroy Prithvi," Ashwathama explained to Taranis while he sat below the waterfall, his eyes closed in deep meditation, a warm ethereal glow surrounding his body.

"Take your battle away from Prithvi as much as possible," Ashwathama continued, sitting cross-legged before Taranis, his hand resting on his mace. "When you have exhausted your opponent, unleash this skill. This is a divine weapon that can only be invoked once and cannot be overpowered by any weapon or power."

Taranis slowly opened his eyes, his hand gracefully moving, settling the ethereal glow of his soul back to his body. The meditation had sharpened his focus, centering his will.

"What is the name of this skill?" Taranis asked, his tone calm, yet carrying a hint of reverence.

"The name of this weapon is..."

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Taranis grabbed the halo with both hands and began stretching it, the veins on his muscles bulging from the strength he was putting into it. The circular form of light bent under his will, its shape transforming. One part of it shifted into an ethereal bow, its edge taking the shape of wings, elegant and deadly. It glowed with pulsing white energy. At its other side, it took the shape of a thin string, connecting to the ends of the bow.

He moved the bow parallel to his face, his one hand holding it from the centre while the other held its empty string.

He stretched the string downward, his lips mumbling in a prayer, his eyes closed. An ethereal warm glow began surrounding his body, every word leaving his lips taking a physical form of letters that gathered at the stretched string of the bow.

First appeared a faint light, glowing like a firefly, before it began moving upward, a thin rod reaching the head of the bow. The light grew, intensifying, becoming something far more than it had been.

The arrow formed was of deep black colour, with a serpent of white energy coiling around it, its scales gleaming with bright light. The head of the arrow took the shape of a shining star, radiating an overwhelming blinding glow outward that warped the void around it.

The overwhelming energy did not go unnoticed by Doom. Its eye suddenly snapped open as it saw Taranis standing in the empty space, summoning something terrifying.

It bulged its skin, absorbing the purple veins of death energy that had come to claim it when it had used its very life force to descend the moon upon Taranis. Once some of its power was returned, it wasted no time and rushed directly at Taranis to stop him from whatever he was trying to summon.

However, it was already too late. It had only reached half the distance when Taranis stopped mumbling, his dual yin-yang eyes opening wide, looking even more overwhelming than before. The comets in his irises blazed with the fury of dying stars.

He released the string of the bow and whispered in a terrifyingly low voice,

"Celestial Judgement: Narayanastra!"

The arrow shot upward above Taranis, where the fabric of space split apart as a colossal golden mandala unfurled across the cosmos. From its radiant heart emerged an endless legion of divine weapons: chakras blazing like miniature suns, arrows woven from pure light, spears cloaked in azure flames, and colossal maces that bent space in their wake. The weapons poured forth like a river of stars. There was no end to the weapons emerging from the mandala. It was simply... endless.

In the next instant, the weapons rained down upon the only opponent that dared to stand tall before them.

Doom instantly formed a miniature star before its mouth, glowing with unsettling purple energy with a deep dark core. The star shot at the incoming weapons. As it struck them, a blinding radiance of golden and purple covered the space in a cataclysm of light and shadow. Millions of weapons were obliterated from Doom’s attack, yet millions more emerged from the mandala, carrying even more destructive power than those that had been destroyed.

The weapons rained down upon Doom, this time giving it no time to unleash its next attack. It fought them with its bare body, its arms cutting through them, the purple energy around its claws striking them with planetary force.

The cosmic explosion of the weapons threw Doom into Jupiter. Yet more and more of them kept coming. Each explosion left deeper and deeper impact on the planet, their diameters exponentially increasing from the width of Earth to those encompassing thousands of Earths together. The gas giant’s surface, once a tapestry of swirling clouds, was now a scarred battlefield.

Doom destroyed hundreds... thousands... millions... billions of weapons for a time that felt endless, as it continued striking them. The previous explosion was not even settling when countless more weapons rained down upon it, causing even more destructive explosions.

Cracks spread across its body as it began splitting apart. Purple blood bulged out from its body, which was vaporised in an instant.

As long as the celestial mandala sensed even the faintest trace of defiance from its opponent, it continued to unleash an endless storm of divine weapons.

After a time that Taranis did not care to calculate anymore, the mandala finally stopped releasing more weapons. The golden light dimmed before vanishing altogether, leaving the void as it was.

The bow in Taranis’s hand took the shape of a halo once again and returned to his head. With his eyes barely open, he looked at the aftermath the skill had caused.

Jupiter, the largest planet in the Solar System, capable of containing more than a thousand Earths, was... obliterated. Nothing of its former form remained.

Before Taranis lay only a colossal, ever-expanding mass of superheated gas, plasma, and scattered remnants of its shattered core, drifting silently through the void.

Taranis scanned the destruction for any hint of Doom. After focusing for several minutes, he finally found it. A purple hand drifted along with the debris, the only part that remained of Doom.

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