The battlefield was silent. The rift to Pātāl Lok was closing, the creatures retreating back into the depths of the abyss.
The once-terrifying beasts that had invaded Kashi Gurukul were nothing more than smoke and ash, their essence lost to the divine fire.
Raghav stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, Nyra beside him, her golden fur glowing softly in the afterglow. The divine flame around them faded, leaving only a residual warmth.
Master Arvind approached, his expression filled with awe and reverence.
"You have done it, Raghav," he said softly. "You've protected the Dominion and ended the threat of Pātāl Lok."
Raghav's body was drained, but his spirit burned brightly. He had not only saved the Gurukul, but had proved that he was the true heir of the Flame of Dominion.
Lord Shiva's presence once again descended, his form appearing before Raghav.
"You have passed the trial, Raghav Pandit," Shiva's voice resonated, not with words, but with eternal wisdom. "The Flame of Dominion is yours to carry. Go now, and guide those who walk the path of beasts, for you are their protector."
The mark of the Trishula on Raghav's chest glowed brighter than ever.
And with that, Raghav's journey was only beginning.