The sky darkened not with clouds, but with silence — the silence before a divine tempest. In the heart of the temple ruins, surrounded by forgotten glyphs and pulsing ley lines, Indra stood motionless, bathed in a vortex of elemental power. The seventy-fifth seal had just shattered.
Electric arcs danced across his skin like divine serpents. His breath slowed, not in fear, but in reverence. The air around him thickened with forgotten memories — echoes of battles fought long before time, when gods still walked among mortals. His vision blurred.
And then it came — the Hymn.
A deep, otherworldly chant unfurled from his lips, though his voice felt distant. It wasn't just him speaking — something ancient had awakened within him.
Sanskrit:
"Indraḥ śacīpatiḥ puruhūtaḥ satyaśravā yajñānām adhipaḥ |
yo vajram bāhubhyāṃ dadharṣa, sa no avatu vajrī |"
Translation:
"Indra, Lord of Strength, invoked by many, Lord of Truth,
master of sacrifice, wielder of the thunderbolt —
let him protect us, he who holds the Vajra in his arms."
Lightning cracked above. Thunder rolled not from clouds, but from the sky's very bones. The seal on Indra's chest glowed white-hot and disintegrated into radiant dust. New script seared itself into his flesh — Vedic, divine, eternal.
He screamed — not in pain, but in liberation.
His eyes turned white-blue, flickering with inner storms. The Tempest's Eye expanded in his mind, no longer just a sight — but a map of time. He saw glimpses of fractured futures — burning cities, divine wars, an empire split by betrayal. The East, the West, the Celestials — all threads converging upon him.
Kaelari stumbled back, shielding her eyes. "Indra… What are you becoming?"
He didn't answer. His body lifted off the ground, storm runes spinning in circles around him like planetary rings.
Sanskrit:
"tvam hi ṣmāsi satpate tvam rājā janānām |
tvam yajña iṣṭāpatiḥ tvam hotā purohitaḥ |"
Translation:
"For you are the true Lord, O Indra,
you are the king of peoples,
the master of sacrifice,
the high priest and protector of the sacred fire."
A massive glyph formed in the sky above him — the mark of Rajas was gone, overwritten by a higher truth. A voice echoed from the system, mechanical yet divine:
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
The 75th Seal has broken.
Divine Path Unlocked: Vedic Ascension – Indra Protocol.
New Ability: Vajra Sutra — Invoke the Original Thunderbolt
New Task: Conquer the Skyborne Bastion of the West.
Warning: Celestial interference imminent.
A bolt of stormlight — not summoned, but born — exploded from Indra's palm and blasted the clouds above into glowing fissures. The earth trembled, kneeling before its reborn king.
His voice returned, low and absolute:
"I remember now… who I was… who I am. The storm is not my power.
It is my name."
Sanskrit:
"Indraḥ śacīnā sahaḥ sahasrasāṃ marutvān vajrī |
śatam himāny atti purūṇi hanty arṇaḥ |"
Translation:
"Indra with Śacī, mighty among the mighty,
he who wields the Vajra and rides with the Maruts,
devours hundreds of foes and slays vast hordes."
As the skies cleared for a heartbeat, Kaelari stared in awe.
"Are you still Indra?" she whispered.
He turned — eyes of storm, voice of thunder.
"No. I am the one the storm remembers."
This will be the next chapter his vision from distant future
was it a vision or a glimpse awaiting future glories .....