After the Great War between humanity and demons, the world was never the same.
The gods descended, six in all, each gifting humanity a Vidya—a sacred discipline born from ancient scriptures, refined into arts of power, philosophy, and war. Under their guidance, six mighty empires rose, each a reflection of their divine patron. Peace was forged not from kindness, but from necessity.
At the heart of it all stood the Ashvattha Tree—the Eternal One. Its roots bound the realms, its trunk held the balance, and its leaves whispered the truths of existence.
But beneath its sacred shadow, a war of silence began.
A storm rages. Not in the skies—but in the heart of the central empire.
In a shattered courtyard beneath the Tree's glow, five kings—the most powerful rulers of the godly empires—stand against a lone warrior.
His name is not spoken. His face is veiled in lightning and grief. His presence shakes the stone beneath his feet.
They came not for justice. They came for fear.
Five against one.
The air hums with mantras. The ground scorched with power. Vidyas clash, bending the laws of the world.
And still—he holds his ground.
Every strike he delivers carries the weight of knowledge, mastery, and pain. He is no ordinary warrior. He is the culmination of something the world was not ready to accept—a man who sought harmony, and in doing so, unlocked something forbidden.
A Dark Vidya. Born from unity, not division. From truth, not obedience.
The kings call it heresy.
They prepare their final strike—a convergence of divine wrath.
The lone warrior raises his hand. The dark energy responds, coiling like a serpent ready to strike. Just as he prepares to release it—
A blade pierces his back.
Silent. Swift. Treacherous.
One of his own. A trusted shadow.
The combined attack lands. Light swallows him. The ground breaks. His body falls, bound by seals forged from divine will.
But even as blood runs from his lips, he speaks.
"You believe you've won. But truth does not die with the man who speaks it. You've chosen blindness over balance. And for that—darkness will one day consume your light."
They seal him beneath the Ashvattha Tree. Never to rise.
But the Tree remembers.
And in its roots, something stirs.