500 years before Ravi's birth
The sky split in four. The oceans stilled. The sun turned blue.
And man… struck the heavens.
The Ten Kings of Arya, sworn enemies for centuries, joined hands under a single vow: to slay the one who gave them life.
They did not use weapons.They used martial verse, mantra-movement, and the Ten Devaangs—limbs ripped from the Creator's living body.
The war was not won. It was simply… paused.
The God did not die. He was broken.Ten sacred techniques were born.Ten warlords rose.And the world forgot what it meant to pray.
But in the silence of the ruined temples, a heartbeat echoes.
A limb they never found.
A boy they never saw coming.