Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"...That woman, is she actually connected to the Himalayas...?"

Shui Chi looked surprised. When he was alive, the Himalayas were just a mountain, without any gods, but he was filled with an unknown fondness for it.

"I remember this guy was supposed to only appear in the Himalayas once every few thousand years..."

Antoka was also somewhat puzzled.

"Who knows? Perhaps a god asked her for help."

Fulido paused for a moment, then said, "I don't want to fight her. Which of you two will go?"

"I dont go."

"I don't want to either..."

The three Asuras rarely shared the same idea.

"Tsk."

Felix clicked his tongue softly, his eyes fixed on the coalition of gods before him.

Then a strange phenomenon was observed. On the bodies of the gods, and even on the Triad, something was condensing into the air. The gods' authority, or perhaps their very being, gradually merged into a strange, multicolored point of light, which was transmitted to Durga.

In an instant, the almost endless sacredness extended to every part of the earth. Frido turned around as if by reflex, and the stars of the universe fell straight down, as if leading to eternal hell. This made her shiver. The blood-red sky was dyed a pure white sacred color, as if radiance was silently pouring down from the sky.

“I am Kali.”

"I will do it."

The goddess transforms from Durga into Kali, yet she does not exhibit the madness one would expect. Perhaps the madness stemming from the authority over all of India is suppressed within her, or perhaps for some other reason. In any case, the goddess appearing as Kali is not insane.

"I will kill all enemies—"

"Oh dear, do you need my help? It seems like you don't need it anymore."

Just as the earth-shaking footsteps approached the Asura King's allied forces under Banda, a voice suddenly rang out.

For Kali at this moment, even without turning around, she knew who the voice belonged to—it was Kama, who had been burned to death by Shiva countless ages ago… But at the same time, she was puzzled. Why would Kama, the goddess of love, appear? Because her authority was already within her; in other words, she shouldn't be appearing…

So Kali, still confused, turned around, and when she saw Kama's appearance before her, she suddenly frowned.

“…The Demon King.”

That's right, Kama is now Mara, the sixth demon king. Just like Banda, who appeared unexpectedly in the final era, Mara's appearance is also unexpected, because according to the many previous cycles, her fate was to be burned to death by Shiva.

however--

"Wow, unexpected? Actually, I'm quite surprised too. It suddenly turned out like this, but anyway, it's good that I'm alive~"

Kama, or perhaps Mara, smiled slightly, "Seeing the power I hold within you makes me inexplicably unhappy, and I have an urge to disembowel you and take back what belongs to me."

Are you an enemy?

"It is superficial, at least not now."

Indeed, as Kama had said, Kali sensed his demonic nature but not his hostility, so she nodded. But suddenly, Kali stared at something on Moro's waist, as if she were drawn to it and couldn't look away.

"Hmm? You're quite interested in this thing? I specifically went to the human realm to see what those foolish people were doing and when they discovered it. This clay sculpture seems to be a non-existent god. Well, anyway, a group of people really like it..."

While explaining, Kama, who was looking at Kali, suddenly felt a little annoyed. Although she didn't know why Kali was interested in this dirty thing and was showing a childlike blank expression, she smiled at Kali again.

He took out the clay statue he had obtained from the mortal world and made, then put on an indifferent expression...

Although I'm a little reluctant to part with her, I'd be quite pleased to see someone of Kali's status look disappointed.

With this thought in mind, Kama threw the image of the deity from his hands to the ground:

"Throw it away~"

However, the divine images, which should have been separated like glass ornaments, did not appear as Kama had imagined.

The reason for this is simple: Kali rushed over and caught her, and at the same time, a tear appeared in the corner of her eye.

"what?"

Kama was speechless; she didn't know why the other person was doing this.

Even the Asura King's allied forces laughed when they saw Kali, who had been so aggressive, in this state. The only ones who remained silent were the three commanders: Water-bearer, Anthaka, and Purita. The three of them even had the thought that Kali, a Kama, should die.

As for Kali, who was lying on the ground embracing the clay statue with all ten of her hands, she felt as if she had seen and heard something, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

That seems to be the memory of a distant, ancient beginning, the very origin of this world, and the very beginning of countless cycles of reincarnation.

The silver-haired girl opened her eyes, and the first thing that entered those divine eyes was a space completely dyed white, with no up or down, no left or right, just endless white as far as the eye could see.

"Long time no see."

The voice sounded.

The silver-haired goddess blinked her three eyes, but despite looking around, she couldn't see the source of the voice.

“Even if you search, you will not find me. Because I am no longer here. This is a voice left behind in advance to convey something important to you who are able to come here.”

"……Who are you……"

After the goddess asked the question, her gentle voice immediately replied:

"Who I am is not important; what is important is that I have been witnessing your progress."

Kali looked behind her, and although she gently stretched out her hand behind her back, there was only emptiness there. Perhaps she thought someone was there, but that was just her imagination. There was still nothing behind her. Nevertheless, she still made the gesture as if she were holding someone's outstretched hand.

"The remaining voice is not enough to convey everything to you who have arrived here, but I still hope that you can destroy the righteous law and bring an end to Lira."

This sentence contains immense sorrow and a glimmer of hope.

“No, the righteous law is perfect, we must implement the righteous law and obey Lira.”

"Brahman was wrong. At the beginning, when the world was created, he made a mistake. Therefore, the world with such righteous Dharma is not actually perfect. The sins left at the time of creation eventually spread, making everything seem irreversible."

"...What errors are there in the righteous Dharma..."

Kali countered with a question. Although as a goddess who enforced the law, she would have been mercilessly killed if someone had asked her such a question, she was quite willing to hear this somewhat familiar voice at this moment.

“Tracing the origins is too complicated, but all I can say is that after millions of years, on this earth where the sorrowful fate continues, I hope this ‘inevitability’ will come to an end.”

The voice that had made up its mind covered Kali.

"Whether it's someone other than you, someone other than him, or even longer ago, countless people have continuously passed this world down. I want to show more of the smiles of people living in this world."

Kali thought for a few seconds and then raised her face.

"name is?"

She asked this question again:

"Your name is?"

After a brief silence, a warm voice rang out.

"...Go ask Himalaya, it knows."

After leaving those last words, the voice disappeared.

And the world before Kali returned to the battlefield of the earthly realm. As if to gently envelop those words, Kali clasped her ten hands tightly to her chest, letting the clay sculpted into her divine form cling to her body. With longing and memories of that voice, the goddess, whose essence was the Indian world itself, softly spoke:

"Himalayas, please tell me."

A crisp sound rang out, and the Himalayas, glistening in the sunlight, heralded the arrival of dawn.

Just like the azure sky, it is a white that will never fade.

Sudden--

Within Kali's heart, the sound of the Himalayas resounded—the voices of countless people, from the past, present, and even the future.

"The master of the Hidden Holy Mountain is the guardian of the Three Phases; the ultimate master of Brahma is the master of the Maha Holy Mountain; the moon and wind follow the universe, and the daily celestial bodies adorn him; the stars respond to his will, and the blue waves and seas are vast and clear."

"He travels throughout the universe, appearing everywhere; he guides all beings, making them his refuge. All the gods and spirits surround him, and before his chariot, they devoutly worship, listen to his divine commands, and obey them as they are commanded. May all other enemies be destroyed. He is like the ocean, mysterious and vast; and like the rising sun, he rises freely in the sky; all beings look up to him, bow down, and praise him."

"Praise be to the Supreme Lord, who is the origin, the Lord of the Holy Mountain, the Lord of the Four Seasons, the Teacher of the Six Masters, the Lord of the Paranirmitavasavartin, Mara, who is the source of all things in the world, and all beings are reflections of you. The self, the ego, the non-ego, the demonic form—do you not know that all forms are not forms, only the perfect one remains?"

There are even unusual voices, originating from sources completely different from those of India.

“You come from the future and appear in the past; you are the past and the future. In the past, you light a lamp to illuminate all the heavens, saying that all forms are not forms, all are the Tathagata; in the future, you are Maitreya, who will deliver all beings from the world, saying that all beings are me, and the true Dharma is already clear.”

Various sounds echoed throughout the battlefield, causing Kali's entire body to tremble violently.

Because she remembered a name, until the very end, because she had witnessed it all, even though she left behind complaints to vent her anger, he chose not to complain... but to look forward.

"……what……"

If this were in the Himalayas, Kali would surely be weeping bitterly.

Everyone present shared in Kali's joy and sorrow—

In fact, it wasn't just Kali; even the authority over all of India that she had gathered at this moment was radiating a brilliance that surpassed anything before. The three gods of the realm of sympathetic beings also remembered the reasons for so many anomalies in the cycle of reincarnation and understood them completely.

The three strongest Asuras in the Asura King's alliance—Water-Holder, Vritra, and Anthaka—exchanged glances and made up their minds to launch the battle they were supposed to fight against the so-called King of Righteousness, which was to rebel.

“Gavia…”

The goddess's voice had transcended joy and was close to a cry, as if she were releasing all the emotions that had been accumulating for so long.

Then, in the hands of the goddess who held all the power of India, the budding of terrifying power first engulfed herself!

Beneath the dazzling, terrifying radiance, the destructive light descended inch by inch toward Banda's location. Then, as if time were reversed, it contracted and rushed toward this King of Righteousness!

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, the world itself trembled violently, and horrific cracks reappeared from within, like porcelain on the verge of collapse. It was attacked by the Asura King's allied forces that it had summoned, as well as by the strongest blow from a goddess comparable to itself. This caused the Righteous King Banda to convulse violently, open his mouth, and vomit burning blood. He didn't even have time to look at his own body. His dark eyes widened, staring intently at the universe.

That path, traversing countless universes, burned out a dazzling trail that even the Supreme Brahma within the 'room' could perceive.

It was a strike with absolutely no reservations.

Immediately afterwards, Banda's voice could no longer be uttered, as it was completely shattered, reduced to ashes, leaving not a trace of ash or residue. His soul was destroyed along with it, and in the deathly silence of the world, only the distant rumble of thunder and the desolate sound of the wind echoed.

"Did I just do something bad...?"

Kama, recalling the memories together, lowered his head and murmured.

Kali merely glared at her without saying a word, then turned her gaze to the group of people in the human realm who were beginning their battle against the Brahmins and Kshatriyas.

In the direction of her gaze, there were countless tiny statues of gods. In a daze, she seemed to hear the name of her lover. It was her lover who shaped her personality and adorned the beginning of 'India'.

"So, how long do we have to wait? The Age of Gods is coming to an end."

Kama suddenly asked.

Kali turned her head and answered decisively.

“I will wait until my husband returns.”

……

"how come……"

Inside the 'room', the Supreme Brahman, who was completely unable to comprehend the destruction of his absolute representative of the righteous law, uttered such a voice for the first time, because the myriad universes within the 'room' were no longer under his control, but had transformed into flames and begun to rebel.

But then, as if to deny what he had seen, the Highest Brahman made the universe sing his praises.

It should have been something the universe would have done without His help, but at this moment the chanting was the same as the one that had appeared on the battlefield of the earth, the future Buddha, the lamp of the past, the fourth aspect of God, and even the true chanting of the progenitor of mankind in India.

And the target is undoubtedly Gavia.

Everything I created should obey me; that's impossible, absolutely impossible.

What is going on here?

"What exactly are you?"

He questioned the visitor, and then, with a start, realized—

Gavia, who was chanted by the Buddha's voice and by all the chanting in the 'room', came to the presence of the Highest Brahman.

“You said that lira is needed for the continuation of the world, but I don’t think so. The world doesn’t need that kind of thing because there are so many strong people in the world. Rather than expecting unchanging continuation or relying on the goodwill of those in high positions, I would rather believe in humanity itself and in those who are working hard in the present. Even if humanity will continue to make mistakes in the future, it will never give up and will continue to move forward to find answers in the light.”

Gavia said this, as he approached the High Brahman, preparing for his final strike.

They are prepared to completely deny the will of the Highest Brahman.

however--

"No, you're wrong. I understand now. The Lira you were born with by chance is meant to replace me. Whether you have the will or not, when you defeat me, the world itself will continue in the direction you expect. If this is the true 'righteous law,' it may not be in a very broad field. At that time, will you be able to accept it?"

The Highest Brahma responded so calmly.

"Therefore, I will open this door and let everything in the 'room' go into the real universe, no longer confined to a small room. If in the future they can reach places I cannot reach, reach starlight I cannot reach, I will be very happy."

"How stupid."