The Shiromani clan was on high alert because, in this realm, pregnancies typically lasted two or three years. However, within the clan, there was an abnormality. For seven long years, the child grew in his mother's womb, a duration that defied the natural order even in the Higher Dimension.
Vasundhara Shiromani, the child's mother and a revered Rank- 7 cultivator, bore the burden of this prolonged gestation with quiet strength. Her belly glowed with Primordial Qi, the lifeblood of their clan, but the energy within her writhed and pulsed as if it were alive, fighting to escape. The elders gathered monthly to monitor her condition, their faces etched with worry as they witnessed the toll it took on her.
"The child consumes her vitality," Vidhur warned one evening, his voice low and filled with concern. "We must intervene. For her sake." Mahavir, the clan leader and a Rank-7 cultivator, stood resolute beside his wife. "She refuses. Vasundhara believes this is part of the prophecy."
As the years continued to pass, storm clouds gathered, both outside and within the clan. The atmosphere grew charged with anticipation. The elders, filled with hope and trepidation, knew that the time for the prophecy to unfold was drawing near. The Shiromani clan prepared to welcome their destined leader into the world.
The clan began to make preparations for the birth of the child foretold in the prophecy. The elders convened to discuss the significance of the celestial event that would mark the child's arrival in the seventh year.
On a night when the stars themselves seemed to rearrange into patterns of sacred geometry, a miracle occurred in the grand Celestial Sanctuary. Within an ethereal chamber woven of starlight and ancient runes, the skies above the Shiromani Sanctum erupted in chaos. A celestial storm raged, unlike any seen in living memory. Lightning danced across the heavens, illuminating the darkened landscape with flashes of brilliant violet and gold. Each bolt seemed to tear at the very fabric of space, unraveling the threads of fate that the Grand Dao had woven for eons.
In the heart of the Celestial Sanctuary, as the storm raged outside, Vasundhara let out a cry that echoed through the chamber, a sound resonating with the power of the storm. The child fought to be born, his Qi tearing through her meridians. Mahavir gripped her hand, his own Qi stabilizing her crumbling core. "Hold on," he murmured, his voice filled with determination. The maids created a protective barrier around Vasundhara, ensuring that the child would be born free from harm and imbued with the strength of their lineage.
With a final, thunderous cry, the child emerged into the world. But the child did not cry upon birth! His skin was dark blue like blue lotus flower and His eyes, black and reminiscent of the galaxy , held an hidden depth, with an otherworldly calmness.
Vasundhara, filled with motherly love, moved her hand gently over the child's tiny forehead, her heart swelling with pride and joy. "Welcome, my son," she whispered, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. The air around them seemed to hum with energy, a sign that the child was destined for greatness.
The elders, who had gathered outside the sanctuary, felt a wave of energy wash over them as the child was born. They exchanged glances, their faces a mixture of awe and reverence. This was not merely a birth; it was the fulfillment of a prophecy, the beginning of a new era for the Shiromani clan.