The creature's voice was laced with contempt as it addressed the girl. "What is this Love you speak of? Why does that boy persist even when the truth is clear? He didn't finish his lucid dream and woke up instead."
With great effort, the girl's half-open eyes shifted to the boy lying helplessly in the middle of the road. The creature seized her by the neck, lifting her into the air, revealing her injuries that left her unable to stand. As the creature prepared to deliver the fatal blow, the boy remained paralyzed, his body unresponsive.
Desperately, the girl managed to cry out, "Kri...shna!" The boy, Krishna, surged with fury and anguish, his heart igniting with the cry of his name. He sprang to his feet, driven by a single purpose. "Radhika!" he shouted as he charged towards her.
The creature's eyes flashed with irritation. "You never know when to give up, do you?" it roared. Swinging its sword with ruthless precision, it slashed Krishna across the left shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground, far from where Radhika hung.
Krishna's mind was a whirlwind of adrenaline and tension as he fought to keep his focus. Agira, his foe, had just thrown Radhika aside and was now charging at him, sword raised. In response, Krishna yelled Agira's name with a desperate intensity, "Agira!"
Agira's sword came down with deadly intent, aimed at Krishna's head. Quick on his feet, Krishna slid under the swing, delivering a powerful kick to Agira's leg. The strike made Agira lose his balance and drop the crystal. As it fell, Krishna seized the opportunity, catching the crystal in mid-air. Its power surged through him, renewing his strength. He soared toward Radhika, determined to save her.
"You're so annoying, brat," Agira snarled, his irritation evident.
Krishna held Radhika gently in his arms. "Are you okay, Radhika?" he asked, concern etched in his voice.
"Yeah, aah..." Radhika groaned, pain evident in her voice. "Krishna, you have to bring everyone back. Believe in yourself."
Tears glistened in Radhika's eyes as Krishna wiped them away. "I will bring everyone back, Radhika! And I'm not going to lose."
Carefully, Krishna set Radhika down with her back supported and rose to face Agira, crystal in hand. The crystal glowed fiercely red as its power flowed into him. With a determined stride, Krishna advanced toward Agira.
"Let's end this," Krishna declared, his voice burning with anger.
"It's not the end, kid; it's the beginning of the Lucy verse," Agira responded with a maniacal laugh. He also advanced, their confrontation imminent.
As thunder roared and the earth trembled, Krishna and Agira moved toward each other, their powerful auras clashing. A red sword materialized in Krishna's hand, forged from the dust and energy of the battlefield. They both sprinted toward one another, leaping into the air with a ferocious roar.
Just as their blades seemed poised to collide, a distant, echoing voice broke through the chaos, calling his name. "Krishna!... Krishna!! Wake up!"
The voices grew louder and clearer, snapping Krishna out of his battle trance. With a start, he jolted awake, drenched in sweat. His bedroom came into focus, and he saw his mother, Janki, standing beside his bed with a look of concern.
"You're late for work! Do you even know what time it is?" she chided.
Krishna, still catching his breath, asked anxiously, "What time is it?"
"10:45. You're late for work by half an hour!" Janki replied.
Krishna sighed, the exhaustion of the dream blending with the reality of his tardiness. "Your habit of fake dreaming is not good krishna" Janki says as she was leaving. Krishna replies as he goes for shower, "It's not a fake dreaming, It's 'Lucid dreaming'."
"Yeah yeah, whatever just hurry up or you're getting fired today!" Janki says as she leaves the room.
As Janki closed the door behind her, a faint crack began to form in the air. Soft light seeped through the crack, casting an ethereal glow in the room. The light flickered and shifted, hinting at something beyond the fabric of reality. Krishna, preoccupied with his morning routine, remained oblivious to the strange phenomenon unfolding just beyond his awareness. The crack in the air pulsed gently, hinting at the potential for an extraordinary event to soon disrupt the mundane of his everyday life.
