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After dinner, as the last spoon clinked against a bowl and the soft hum of conversation dwindled, Rudra stood up—
Quietly, but with finality.
Everyone turned to him.
"I'll begin the hibernation,"
He said.
"Tonight."
There was no hesitation in his voice.
"____"
"____"
"____"
No room for second-guessing.
The group nodded solemnly.
Nod~
Sandeep, eyes sharp and eager, moved first to gather supplies.
Amirtha and Junoo exchanged a glance,
Both understanding the weight of what came next.
Shiva, Guru Arvind, Anish Shetty, Ravi, and Mohan Bhargav followed without a word.
The journey to the clearing was silent, their footsteps crunching gently against the forest floor.
Moonlight filtered through the canopy above, and the night birds fell eerily quiet—
As if nature itself was holding its breath.
They reached the place Sandeep had discovered:
A secluded clearing wrapped by mossy rocks, nestled beside a cold, still stream.
Rudra stepped forward and sat cross-legged in the center, the earth cool beneath him.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
"System,"
He commanded in his mind,
"begin assimilation of Brahmastra – Part III."
The moment he spoke, a golden sigil shimmered in the air before him—
A rune carved of light.
It burst into a radiant stream and pierced into his chest.
His body tensed, and then—
WHUMM.
The tattoo on his right wrist, once incomplete, surged with brilliance.
Golden threads danced across his skin, linking and forming the final missing piece.
The Brahmastra seal was now whole.
But the true process had only begun.
Without warning, a golden aura erupted from Rudra's body like a shockwave.
The rock beneath him cracked, long jagged lines spidering outward.
Grass was flattened in an instant, and birds scattered from the trees.
The burst of light pierced the sky, and within moments, dark clouds formed in response—
Swirling like a cyclone above the clearing, lightning crawling through them like veins of white fire.
The group stumbled back a few steps, shielding their eyes.
"By the gods…"
Mohan Bhargav muttered, staring at the spectacle.
Guru Arvind didn't speak, but his expression was grave—
He recognized the signs of something ancient awakening.
Thunder cracked.
The forest around them seemed to kneel in reverence.
Amirtha stepped forward and dropped to one knee beside Rudra, placing a hand on the earth near him.
"We're with you,"
She whispered.
"Hibernate in peace."
Lightning flashed again—
This time without thunder.
And through it all, Rudra sat motionless, golden energy flowing into him, around him, and through the very ground he touched.
Ten days.
Ten days of silence.
Ten days to become the wielder of Brahmastra.
And whether the world was ready or not… it didn't matter anymore.
As the golden pillar of light surged skyward from the heart of Ooty's forest, it tore through the heavens like a divine spear.
Clouds parted with a rumbling roar, and the skies above trembled—
Not in fury, but in awe.
That light… it was not just light.
It carried something deeper.
A resonance. A will.
A truth.
And across the world, every Bramansh—
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing—
Felt it.
HIMALAYAS...
In the snowy peaks of the Himalayas,
A group of meditating sages suddenly opened their eyes in perfect unison.
"____"
"____"
"____"
The eldest among them, a blind man draped in white, exhaled deeply.
"He has begun,"
He whispered, tears unknowingly slipping down his cheeks.
RAJASTHAN...
In the burning deserts of Rajasthan,
A young Bramansh warrior, training alone under the brutal sun, dropped his weapon mid-swing.
His body trembled, not from exhaustion—
But from the overwhelming sense of peace that suddenly washed over him.
"____"
"This… feels like when the First Flame was lit…"
In a dim underground hideout's, far from the eyes of justice, a room filled with corrupted Astra wielders erupted into chaos.
Those who had long turned their backs on the Bramansh Code and innocent's—
Who now thrived in secrecy and blood—
Felt something unnatural crawl into their bones.
Their Astra began to glow, then burn.
One screamed, clutching his wrist as the astra tried to flee his skin.
"What is happening!?"
One of them shouted, panic in his voice.
A withered man in the corner, once a respected Bramansh, fell to his knees.
"He's awakened the True Cycle… the Brahmastra is becoming whole…"
His voice cracked.
"We are not ready to face him."
NETHER REALM...
Even the Nether Realm, cloaked in eternal dusk and ash, was not spared.
The throne room of the Shadow Queen Nelali—
Cold and vast, carved from obsidian—
Began to shake.
The inky void that usually obeyed her coiled back, trembling.
She stood up abruptly from her black throne, her six eyes glowing a deep violet, all trained on the distant light visible even through the Veil between realms.
"____"
Her lips parted, voice barely a breath—
"Impossible…"
Her generals stared at her in confusion.
"That energy…"
She said slowly, her voice laced with dread.
"That's… the signature of the original Brahmastra. But it was shattered. Lost right.. to time. How—how is it whole again?"
One of the shadowy commanders stepped forward.
"Should we prepare the legions?"
Nelali turned her gaze toward the light once more.
"No."
Her voice was firm.
"Tell them to wait. We do not march until I understand what has awakened."
Her thoughts churned.
The Nether Realm had waited centuries to strike, to consume the world when its protectors fell.
But now?
Now something ancient had stirred.
And its heartbeat echoed through every plane of existence.
OOTY...
Back in the forest,
Rudra's body glowed softly,
"____"
The golden tattoo pulsing like a heartbeat.
The world may not have known his name yet.
But it would.
And those who stood for balance began to hope again.
While those who thrived in chaos?
They began to tremble.
Far across the ocean, hidden away from the world and forgotten by time, an isolated island slumbered in cursed silence.
Black cliffs stood jagged against the horizon, surrounded by unwelcoming waters and a thick, unnatural fog that never lifted.
At the island's center, sealed for years in petrified silence, stood a colossal stone statue.
Which looks mejestic.
Then—
It came.
An invisible wave of golden resonance passed through the air—
So subtle it left birds still mid-flight and wind undisturbed. But when it touched the island…
The earth shuddered.
A deep rumble echoed from the island's core as volcanic vents burst open, releasing plumes of molten steam and bubbling magma.
Cracks spread across the statue's stone feet like lightning bolts, crawling upward, webbing its legs, chest, and face.
The sea raged.
Waves crashed violently against the rocks, clawing at the shores like beasts trying to escape.
The clouds darkened above, spiraling into a thunderstorm as though the very sky rejected what was about to rise.
Then—
The statue moved.
Not gently.
Not gradually.
It split apart with a deafening crack, chunks of stone flying in every direction.
From within, a man emerged, rising slowly—
His arms stretched, his face turned toward the black sky.
His laughter exploded like a thunderclap across the island, manic and triumphant.
"HAAHAHAHAHA! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS… I. AM. FREE!!"
His body was wrapped in scorching red energy, veins of molten light glowing beneath his skin like lava in human form.
Around him, the shattered Astra that once bound him in seal form began to spin like planets, then connect's with himone by one—merging and obeying.
He raised a hand, and the once-violent sea froze mid-wave, hovering to his presence.
His eyes glowed with a cruel, knowing fire.
"So… the Brahmastra has fully awakened again. Rudra. Just you wait I am comming for my brahmastra. It belongs to me."
As the lava rose from the ground, forming a molten throne beneath him, the man sat back.
Stretching his neck, his muscles rippling with new life.
While he commanded all his slaves to assemble their god has returned.
OOTY...
Back in the forest clearing, where the hibernation had just begun, the golden pillar of light still stretched toward the heavens—
Radiant and otherworldly.
But it was no ordinary light.
Its brilliance was veiled, only visible to those attuned to its wavelength—
The Brahmansh and those who carried even a faint spark of connection to their sacred legacy.
To them, it was divine.
An ethereal beacon of purity, calm yet commanding, pulsing with purpose.
Some wept in silence upon seeing it.
For some reason they felt like they were hugged by their father who acknowledged them.
Others dropped to one knee instinctively, overwhelmed by the sheer sanctity radiating from Rudra's awakening.
A few veterans among the Brahmansh whispered in reverence.
"So this… this is the Brahmastra's call. Which is told in legend's but never happened all these years."
But to the ordinary citizens, far from the core of the awakening, all they saw was a gathering storm.
Heavy winds began to sweep through the slopes of Ooty, bending tree branches, stirring rooftops.
Clouds swirled in unnatural formations.
Thunder crackled in the distance, and birds scattered from the sky.
To them, it was just weather—
Unusual, perhaps, but not impossible.
People whispered rumors in the tea stalls and shops:
"A storm's coming early this year."
"Did you feel that wind shift?"
"Is it just me, or does the air feel heavier today?"
But no one knew the truth.
Meanwhile,
A perimeter had formed deep in the forest.
Dozens of Brahmansh warriors—
Cloaked in light armor, some bearing relic-touched Astra—
Stood vigilant.
Their numbers were increasing as time passes.
Every few meters,
One could see them standing watch, some stationed atop boulders, others hidden in trees.
They weren't here for ritual.
They were here for defense.
Their orders were absolute.
"No one gets in. No one disturbs Rudra."
Guru Arvind, standing at the edge of the clearing, watched over the slumbering figure of Rudra—now resting in a meditative posture atop cracked earth still glowing faintly gold.
Amirtha and Junoo remained nearby, seated in silent prayer.
A soft shimmer of divine energy floated in the air, like dust caught in sunlight.
Arvind spoke quietly to Ravi beside him, voice low but firm.
"We're being watched. I can feel it. The world's balance just tilted—and not everyone will be happy about it."
Ravi nodded, tightening his grip on the Astra spear slung across his back.
Nod~
"Let them come,"
He said grimly.
"We'll make sure they leave with regret."
And so, under the swirling storm clouds and unseen divine light,
Rudra's hibernation began—
Watched over by allies, shielded by warriors, and whispered across realms by both friend and foe.
Highland Leaf – Restaurant & Inn...
Outside the Highland Leaf – Restaurant & Inn, the storm clouds in the distance cast a dusky hue over the hills,
But within the hotel's quiet front courtyard, all was still—
Until the low rumble of engines echoed from the road.
A blue car pulled in, its engine cutting off with a soft purr.
Behind it, several vans and SUVs rolled to a stop, the Brahmansh reinforcements from Ravindra's sector having finally arrived.
From the lead vehicle, the passenger door opened.
Tejas stepped out first, dressed in black, his normally vibrant energy muted.
He looked older somehow—
Like grief had carved its own lines into his face.
Meena followed, her eyes red, cheeks streaked with dried tears.
She carried no luggage, only the weight of loss in her heavy footsteps.
And then she saw Shiva.
"____"
Without a word, she broke into a run—
Her composure shattering like glass.
Shiva didn't move.
He opened his arms, steady and silent, catching her in a fierce embrace as her sobs escaped like floodwaters.
"He's gone,"
She choked, voice muffled against his chest.
"He's really gone, Shiva… My grandpa..."
Shiva held her tighter.
No words.
Just his hand gently stroking her hair as she clung to him like a drowning soul to driftwood.
After a few moments,
She pulled back slowly, wiping her eyes.
Shiva stepped forward again—
This time toward Tejas.
The two locked eyes, and Tejas gave a shaky nod.
Nod~
"____"
Shiva hugged him, firm and brotherly.
"I heard,"
He said quietly.
"I'm so sorry, Tejas."
Tejas didn't reply immediately.
His throat tightened as he looked away, biting back more emotion.
Eventually, he muttered.
"He used to sneak us sweets when Dad wasn't looking. Called us his 'partners in crime'… When we were kids."
Then his voice cracked,
"…And now they betrayed him."
Shiva placed a hand on Tejas's shoulder, looking him straight in the eye.
"He wasn't a traitors like others but a true warroir and to you,"
He said firmly.
"He was your grandfather. And no betrayal in the world can erase the love he gave you two."
Behind them, Sandeep stepped out from the lobby, watching the reunion quietly.
Several Brahmansh warriors began unloading from the vans, stretching after the long ride, taking in the mountain air.
Sandeep stepped forward, his usually cheeky demeanor replaced with one of calm seriousness.
He offered a warm nod to Tejas and Meena.
Nod~
"Welcome guys,"
He said gently,
"Come in. You need rest—and I'll explain everything."
As they stepped inside the Highland Leaf,
Sandeep began speaking, his voice low but clear.
"Rudra has already entered hibernation. The place is secure. Guru Arvind, Amirtha, Junoo, Ravi, and Anish Shetty are at the site, along with Morgan Bhargav."
He looked at them both.
"Shiva and I are stationed here to receive reinforcements and coordinate defense."
Tejas nodded stiffly, still processing everything.
Nod~
"____"
Meena sat down slowly in one of the cushioned lobby chairs,
Her fingers trembling as she removed her shoes.
"And that light pillar…?"
She asked.
Sandeep glanced out the window, where the clouds still swirled ominously over the forested hills.
"That's Rudra."
His voice dropped.
"The final part of the Brahmastra has begun assimilating into him. Ten days of hibernation… and then something the world has never seen will emerge."
Meanwhile…
In a land scorched black and cracked like shattered porcelain, the skies were molten red.
The island that once held Dev had begun to rupture,
And from the broken remains of a sealing statue now stood the dark figure himself.
Dev.
His silver hair fluttered in the rising heat, and a cruel smile curled across his lips showcasing his shark like teeths.
Before him, a vast army of slave warriors knelt, heads bowed.
Among them were his top enforcers:
Naman, Raftar, and Zor,
Each kneeling in submission, bloodthirsty pride gleaming in their eyes.
Dev raised one hand, and the very air trembled.
The Astra energy, once meant to bind him, now coiled around his body like a crown of fire.
He stepped forward.
"19 years…" his voice echoed like thunder across the island."19 years, they tried to bury me. Seal me. Forget me."
He gazed at the sky—
Specifically at the golden pillar of light descending somewhere far beyond the ocean horizon.
"____"
His eyes narrowed.
"But now,"
He snarled,
"I will take back what was always mine."
Then his voice boomed, a declaration of war.
"This world… will kneel."
Behind him, the entire slave army roared, a deafening cheer of blind devotion echoing across the crumbling island. Lava boiled beneath their feet, but none flinched.
War had awakened.
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