They landed in the Dakshinapatha- the southern kingdoms, fully prepared to lay an attack. The king Baladhira, who knew the whole story - as it had been passed down by generations as a kind of family secret- ordered the troops to extract dimanium from this cave.
In fact, my ancestor- Adiratha, was one of the great advisors and scholars who helped extensively to carry out this mission.
King Baladhira fought with the aliens several times, falling to his untimely death while at one such war. Taking the situation into his hands, Adiratha united the people of our country.
Adiratha took the help of the tribal warriors of Aramal and the Moriyas of the vast naval force, to throw the bags of dimanium into a place almost impossible to obtain- the sea. You know, we weren't that advanced after the destruction of the Vedic Age, so there really wasn't anyone willing to dive to the bottom of the sea.
Anyways, Adiratha made everyone swear that they wouldn't speak a word about it, as it would only lead to fear and trauma among the people.
Nonetheless, sometimes history appears in the form of legends, like the rakshasas in Sanskrit literature, or our powerful astras. You can never measure out the possibility of anything."
There was complete silence. Ishar had never, until his life, been so shocked by a small story.
Aliens? Spaceships? What was going on?
There must be some mistake, some sense of falseness in his story. But hadn't Ishar himself doted on the possibility of Pralaya-1 being a spaceship? And there were signs of war on the barks of trees outside.
Could it be that the people of India really had contacted external life, thousands of years ago, and had even mastered the art of it? Was this the turning point in Ishar's life?
"I don't exactly believe you…" Aniket said hesitantly, "...there must be some evidence about all this?".
Venkatesh said, "Well, we never expected you guys to believe so easily, and that's why you are standing here."