Genesis Maker: The Indian Marvel (Rewrite)-Chapter 83: :A Fight on Our Terms

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- Unknown Deserted Location, Greenland -

- May 6, 1937 | Evening -

The world shifted.

Not with sound or light, but with a sensation—like stepping between heartbeats. One moment, Aryan and his team stood within the glowing confines of the Domo's command chamber. The next, they were somewhere else entirely.

A soft ripple echoed around them as the Void responded to Aryan's will. Space folded, shadows curled, and the fabric of reality seemed to blur. But they didn't reappear directly in the snow-covered plains of Greenland. No... Aryan had taken them deeper, beyond the surface of what was real. They stood now inside a mirror-like dimension, a fractured reflection of the outside world—cold, still, and shimmering like liquid glass.

The ground beneath their feet held a silvered gleam, reflecting the sky like water frozen mid-motion. Mountains were soft echoes on the horizon, bending subtly as if caught in a dream. The air hummed, not loud, but present, thick with strange energy.

Kingo blinked, glancing around, uneasy. "This... isn't Greenland."

"No," Aryan said, his voice calm, layered with quiet purpose. "It's a mirror of it. A dimension I crafted. Safer than showing up on their doorstep uninvited."

Kingo's brow furrowed. "Like the Mirror Dimension the Sorcerer Supreme uses?"

Aryan gave a nod, his gaze still scanning the outside world visible through the shimmering veil. "Similar. Nalini and I exchanged notes. I added some Void architecture into the spellwork—anchored it to my Arcane threads. It won't crack under pressure."

Nalini gave a proud smile, though a flicker of tension lingered behind her eyes. "You improved on the original. Balanced, stable. I could never hold something this large by myself."

Shakti moved closer to the edge of the dimensional veil, eyes narrowing as she looked out. "And from here, we can see them... but they can't see us."

"Exactly," Aryan replied. "We're shadows right now. Watching."

They stood side by side, now clad in full combat gear. Kingo had returned from the Domo with sleek, golden-lined armor embedded with Eternal tech. Light pulsed subtly beneath the surface, syncing with his energy.

Karna's slime suit was darker than midnight, but etched with glowing golden veins, like molten sun running through metal. It hugged his frame with perfect agility, allowing movement like a dancer but protecting like a tank. It had evolved to reflect his raw, disciplined power—a warrior incarnate.

Shakti's suit was more regal, elegant yet lethal. Sleek lines of soft indigo and muted gold danced across her frame, the armor hugging her with the grace of a queen and the silence of a shadow. It was stitched into her presence, absorbing her Power Cosmic and growing more resilient with every mission.

Nalini, newer to the team but no less important, wore a similar full-body suit—complementing Shakti's design but bathed in hues of vibrant green and soft earth tones. The suit glimmered faintly, already starting to absorb her nature magic, adapting to her elemental tendencies like a living second skin.

As for Aryan, he was always dressed in his version of the slime suit—so seamlessly woven into his style that it appeared more like ceremonial wear. A modern kurta in deep navy with woven silver threads, tailored trousers, and polished dress shoes. A cloth draped across one shoulder carried ancient patterns, all fitting him nicely around his athletic frame. On both wrists shimmered ornate bracelets, a legacy from King Vikramaditya.

No one spoke for a moment.

Instead, they gazed through the semi-transparent curtain of the void dimension, eyes narrowing as the outside world became clear.

White snow stretched endlessly in all directions—flat, empty, deceptively peaceful. But nestled miles ahead in the haze was something far from peaceful.

A tree. But not a tree.

Massive, twisted, blackened. It rose like a parasite clawing out of the earth, gnarled limbs stretching skyward like skeletal fingers. Hanging from its crooked branches were grotesque cocoons, throbbing faintly. And around the base of the trunk, the snow was stained, disturbed, scattered with husks—remnants of something birthed and discarded.

"Deviants," Karna said quietly, his hand already gripping his blade.

Dozens prowled the area, each one different, misshapen, unnatural. Their forms were warped, spliced with traits they weren't supposed to have. Horns, tails, spikes—some had extra limbs, some none. Each moved with a predatory grace. But it was what they weren't seeing that disturbed Aryan the most.

"There are too many husks," he muttered. "Far more than the number of Deviants outside. Which means—"

"—they're inside," Shakti finished grimly.

Aryan zoomed his senses forward, focusing on the base of the parasitic tree. There it was—an opening, massive and circular, like a yawning mouth dug into the earth. A gate. A tunnel. A passage underground.

"Their base," he said. "The Eternals... they're beneath that tree. Somewhere among the roots."

Kingo's face hardened. "Then we need to get them out."

"We will," Aryan promised. "But not blindly. We plan. We move through the void until we're close. I can keep the dimension intact while we scout. No risks."

Everyone nodded, no hesitation.

Because now, the game had shifted. The enemy wasn't hiding. It was luring. And Aryan was ready to meet them—not as prey, but as the storm.

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The closer they got, the colder it felt.

Not the kind of cold that touched the skin—this was deeper. It pressed into the chest, into thought, into instinct. Even within the mirror-like dimension, which warped the landscape into dreamlike reflections, the massive parasitic tree ahead loomed like a wound on the earth. Twisted branches, thick as towers, curled up from the trunk. The air around it shimmered with something more than frost.

Aryan's eyes narrowed as he scanned the perimeter.

"Twenty," he said quietly.

Karna, walking beside him, gave a slight nod. "Are they Tier 4 or above?"

"Yes, They range from Bottom to peak in Tier 4," Aryan replied, his voice low but steady. "Not the usual Deviants. These ones are... tailored. Mutated for one purpose—fighting Eternals."

Outside their hidden mirror dimension, the Deviants patrolled in silence. Each one was different. Some had chitinous armor layered over their limbs, others glowed with internal heat or energy signatures. A few seemed to pulse as if reshaping even now. They moved with eerie discipline, forming a perimeter around the massive tree.

But it wasn't them that made Aryan's stomach tighten.

It was the tree.

He slowed, raising a hand to halt the others. His eyes glowed faintly as he focused, senses reaching out—not physically, but through the void-threaded dimension. He felt it then. A subtle resistance, like a ripple in still water. A wall. An alert presence.

"There's a barrier," he murmured.

Nalini stepped closer. "An energy field?"

"No... it's more than that," Aryan said. "It's alive. The tree itself... it's projecting it. The moment we cross it, or teleport inside, it'll know."

Shakti's expression tensed, her voice sharp. "Even from here, in the mirror dimension?"

Aryan nodded slowly. "Yes. It's not a spell. It's instinct. A living defense."

He tried to analyze the tree again—its energy, its makeup, its source—but the barrier swallowed every attempt like a black hole. He couldn't even get a reading. No tier, no structure, no patterns. Nothing.

That silence made him uneasy.

"Feels like a trap," Kingo muttered, standing just behind him.

"It is, and most likely your other friends seemed to have straightforwardly walked into it." Aryan replied, glancing back. "They want you too here. This wasn't a coincidence. That message in the form of Deviant attack, you got... it was bait. And they expect you too like the others, to walk right into it."

Karna crossed his arms, gaze fixed on the tree. "Then we don't. We bring them to us."

Aryan looked at the others. "Agreed. We're not stepping into that unknown—not when we're blind and surrounded. The ground here's stable, the Void's holding. If we can draw them out..."

"They'll be weaker outside the tree's influence," Shakti finished for him.

Kingo gave a wry grin. "So I'm the bait?"

Aryan smirked slightly. "You're the celebrity. They want you. Let them think you're alone. We'll be right behind the veil."

Kingo sighed but nodded. "Fine. Just don't take too long if things get messy."

"You'll be fine," Nalini said with a small smile. "You've got fireworks in your veins."

As they exited the safe distance from the barrier, Aryan bent the mirror-dimension's fabric to hide the rest of the group while allowing Kingo to step back into the real world—just far enough from the tree's perimeter to stay out of the barrier's reach, but close enough to catch attention.

The air grew heavier, charged with tension.

Kingo stood tall, eyes glowing faintly as he activated his Eternal tech. Golden circuitry lit up along his arms and chest. His fingers flexed, and small projectiles of cosmic energy sparked to life in each hand.

"Let's make some noise," he muttered.

He raised his hands and fired. The first two Deviants were taken by surprise—blasted apart before they could react. But the rest turned instantly, shrieking with an unnatural sound that scraped the silence like broken glass.

They were coming.

Aryan, still hidden behind the veil with the others, watched the swarm react—twenty mutated Deviants, fast and coordinated, surging toward the lone figure in the snow.

And just as planned, they were stepping into their ground now.

"Hold the line," Aryan said quietly, "and when they're all close enough... we erase them."

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