At the highest hill of Tapas Village, beneath a vast Bodhi tree—where the golden rays of the morning sun first touched the land—an eight-year-old boy named Jai Veer sat cross-legged on dew-soaked grass. His eyes were closed, brows tightly furrowed in deep concentration.
Tiny specks of light shimmered faintly around him.
He was condensing his Jiva Shakti, the life force within. His breathing slowed, steady and controlled. Each inhale seemed to draw energy from the air itself, while every exhale anchored him deeper into the earth. Inside his body, he felt a pulse—calm, steady, alive—as if the world itself was breathing alongside him.
Then…
Something clicked.
A sudden warmth flared in his chest.
His core activated.
Jai Veer's eyes snapped open.
"I did it!" he shouted, leaping to his feet, his heart pounding wildly.
He dashed down the hill, wind rushing past his ears. Dust clung to his clothes, but he didn't even notice.
"Mom! Dad!" he called out eagerly.
He burst into the training area where his parents were practicing.
"I've activated my core! Now I can cultivate just like you!" His voice trembled with joy. "I really did it!"
Kalyani's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening in disbelief. Vikramaditya froze for a brief moment—then a proud smile slowly spread across his face.
"He's only eight…" Kalyani whispered, her voice filled with awe.
They had expected this day to come a year or two later. For most children, the journey began around nine or ten. But Jai Veer had always been different.
Vikramaditya placed a firm yet gentle hand on his son's shoulder. "You've made us proud, Jai. This is just the beginning. You're going to do great things."
Jai Veer beamed. Before either of them could say more, he darted back outside, brimming with excitement.
"Bye-bye! Today's cultivation target isn't finished yet—see you in the evening!"
His parents watched him go, smiling quietly, pride filling their hearts.
Days passed.
The joy of Jai Veer's awakening carried a bittersweet weight for Kalyani and Vikramaditya. A single thought lingered in their minds—they had to leave him for a while, to grow stronger themselves.
A mysterious underwater dungeon had emerged within the Mahodadhi, the Great Ocean. Its entrance would remain open for only a few more months. Danger lurked in every corner—but so did ancient secrets and divine power.
One evening, as the sun dipped behind the mountains, Kalyani sat beside her son.
"Jai Veer," she said softly, brushing his hair aside, "your father and I need to go on a journey… to become stronger."
Jai Veer looked up at her, his expression serious. "Is it dangerous?"
She hesitated, her fingers tightening slightly. "Yes. But it's necessary."
Vikramaditya joined them, kneeling in front of his son. "We'll return as soon as we can. Until then, we want you to promise us something."
Jai Veer straightened his back, trying his best to look grown-up. "I promise. I'll keep cultivating. I'll take care of myself."
He already understood what they truly wanted to hear.
Vikramaditya smiled, though a tightness formed in his chest. "That's our son."
They left him in the care of Bhim Rao, an old friend and trusted warrior. Jai Veer stood still, watching until his parents' figures disappeared into the horizon.
A year passed.
Jai Veer trained relentlessly, immersing himself in cultivation day and night. His growth shocked the entire village—he had reached the 7-star Jagruti (Awakening) stage, a level even ten-year-olds struggled to achieve.
One afternoon, while meditating on the same hill where everything had begun, he sensed something unusual.
A familiar presence flickered in the air.
His eyes opened.
He stood up and turned.
There they were.
"Mom! Dad!" he shouted, sprinting toward them.
Kalyani pulled him into a tight embrace, her smile trembling. "We missed you so much."
"We brought you something—take it," Vikramaditya said, though his tone carried caution. The reunion was warm…
But short-lived.
Dark clouds gathered overhead.
From the sky, warriors of the Naliniya Clan descended, led by Elder Sagar Naliniya. Malice gleamed in his eyes as his soldiers surrounded them.
"You thought you could escape?" he sneered. "Hand over what you found in the dungeon. Now."
Kalyani stepped in front of Jai Veer without hesitation. "We'll never give it to you."
Vikramaditya's jaw clenched. "You want a divine secret? Take it—over our dead bodies."
Hostile energy surged around them. They knew they couldn't win.
Without hesitation, Kalyani pulled out a random teleportation device and activated it—just like she had long ago.
A blinding flash enveloped Jai Veer.
"No! I won't go—!" he cried.
"You have to survive!" Kalyani shouted, her voice breaking. "Grow strong and find us!"
And then—
He was gone.
The random teleportation device could only be used three times, each use allowing fewer people to teleport. The first use had transported three people long ago. The second was at the Naliniya Clan palace.
This was the third and final use.
Jai Veer landed within the Vrishabha Forest.
Branches cracked beneath his feet. Strange cries echoed through the trees. Alone and trembling, he stumbled forward—lost and afraid.
Then he noticed it.
A glowing projection hovered above him.
It played a final message—recorded before his parents were captured.
"Jai… if you're seeing this, then we're not with you," Kalyani's voice echoed softly. "We're sorry. Protect the divine secret. Grow stronger using it. Our blessings will always be with you, our lovely son."
—Mom & Dad
The message faded.
Tears streamed down Jai Veer's cheeks. His fingers curled into fists.
"I will survive," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I will grow stronger."
He looked toward the forest.
Toward the sky.
Toward the unknown future ahead.
"I will protect the divine secret… and I'll bring you both back. No matter what and how long it takes."
Fire burned in his eyes as he stepped forward.
Not as a child—
But as a warrior in the making.