After few week of rigorous physical and mental training, Kartik's body had changed. He no longer trembled when the snake around his shoulder shifted. The early morning runs, deep meditations, strength work, and
daily chores had sharpened him.
One evening, as Kartik completed his meditation, Veer approached with a faint smile. "Come. You've earned the right to know what comes next."
They walked toward a small temple beneath the giant Shiva statue. Waiting there were three warriors, each radiating a different energy. Kartik felt it immediately — one like thunder and fire, one like a calm river that
could flood in a moment, and one that felt deeply primal, almost animalistic.
"These," Veer said, "are the three primary classes of Divine Warriors trained here in Trinetra."
First stepped forward a powerful man, ash-smeared, muscular, wrapped in ink-like markings that glowed faintly in the evening light.
"This is Bhairav — a Rudra Warrior."
"Rudra Warriors are avatars of Shiva's destructive power," Veer explained. "They are fearsome in battle. Their true elemental powers — fire and storm — awaken only when their divine eye is more than 60% open. Their bodies grow stronger as they take damage, and when they let out the Rudra Howl, even beasts bow. They awaken with ink bands that glow purple when
enraged."
Next came a graceful woman, blindfolded, moving like a breeze, with a soft aura of calm.
"This is Meghna — a Nataraj Warrior."
"Nataraj Warriors are masters of time, healing, and control. High-level warriors can
manipulate time itself, but only when their eye opens beyond 60%. They create barriers, exorcise evil, and move with deadly precision. Some float during battle; some create afterimages. Their companions are usually deer, and the most gifted among them see glimpses of the future — seconds or days ahead."
Last stepped forward a rugged, wild-looking man with feathers and a wolfish gaze.
"This is Ranthak — a Pashupati Warrior."
"They are bonded with nature. Pashupati Warriors are summoners and trackers, deeply connected to snakes, bulls, birds, jungle beasts. When a child of this class is born, an animal companion is usually born nearby and grows with them. High-level warriors can summon astral spirit beasts to fight beside them. They are sacred guardians of nature and extremely instinctive."
Kartik's heart pounded as each spoke. All three paths called to him in different ways.
"You cannot become all of them," Veer said gently, walking beside Kartik. "But the divine eye will guide your spirit. And whichever class you choose, you must be prepared to devote yourself entirely."
Kartik nodded, overwhelmed but determined. "How will I know which path is mine?"
Veer smiled. "You'll feel it. In the way your body reacts. In what your instincts tell you. The cave helped you face your past. Now this journey will reveal who you are meant to be."
Time passed.
Kartik trained for six months under the guidance of Trinetra's elders. He learned weaponry, meditation, divine techniques, and trained with elite warriors from all classes. Each trial shaped him further. The divine eye on his chest remained closed — but the aura around him grew undeniable.
And then, quietly — without anyone knowing — he made his choice.
No one in the village was told. No one saw him wear the class markings. Only the divine flame inside him knew.
As Kartik's training came to a close, dark clouds began to gather — not just in the sky, but in the fate of Trinetra itself.
Far beyond the jungle, a ritual had begun in the hidden village of the fallen Asura followers. Something had awakened — something ancient and dark.
And it was coming.