Bangalore woke up like it always did—crowded streets, noisy traffic, and people rushing through their ordinary lives.
Abhishek, Mathew, and Rathenvel were no different.
They were three inseparable friends, eighteen years old, living a simple and peaceful life. School, laughter, arguments over nothing—days passed without anything unusual. Or so it seemed.
"Abhishek! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" Mathew shouted as he ran ahead, his voice echoing down the street.
"Relax, Mathew. You're always in a hurry," Abhishek replied calmly, tying his shoelaces with a smirk, completely unbothered.
Rathenvel followed behind them, shaking his head. "You two never change. Sometimes I wonder why I even try to keep up with you."
Their laughter filled the street, blending into the noise of the city.
But suddenly, Mathew slowed down.
Something felt… wrong.
The air shimmered faintly, like heat waves rising from hot asphalt. It was subtle—easy to ignore—but it made his chest tighten. A strange unease crept into his heart.
He glanced around.
Nothing seemed different.
"Hmm… probably nothing," he muttered, forcing himself to move on.
None of them realized that this was the final moment of their normal lives.
Because the world they knew was about to change.
Powers beyond human understanding would awaken. Gods and unknown beings would step into reality.