[ They say the world was forged in the silence between the God's breath and a demon's scream. In those moments, the first Astraas were born – divine weapons powerful enough to shape land and sky But power… demands price. ]
The red comet tore across the night sky, leaving a trail of blood across the stars. In the village of [ Ashvavrat ], a child was born beneath its blaze – a child with mismatched eyes, his cry echoing like wind through the trees and fire in the earth.
The forest spirits shivered. The gods whisper his name.
In the north, the sealed gates of the underworld groaned. Narakael, the chained demon king, opened his eyes for the fist time in a thousands of years.
In the east, floating temples of Akashlok trembled. In the west, the ocean began to boiled. Across the land of Divine, the signs were clear.
The Divya-Purusha had been born.
And the war for balance… had begun.
[ NARRATION : Deep with in realm of myth and reality and mist lies the forest vanyara, a living sanctuary where the time flows differently and magic breaths through leaf. There are long beautiful Silverwood tress present with deep ancient runes. This is a divine forest where positive aura flows and ancient and divine beast lives. Divine being rest here, and the forest is known for mysteries because of its changing paths.
There are total 13 Kingdoms which rule the world, they have their own specific magical powers. But this forest does not belong to any kingdom, and the people thinks that the forest is a myth. Because there is no proof of its existence over thousands of years.
Now comeback to the story of a warrior who force the world to kneel.]
{Chapter one : The crimson Prophecy}
" When the stars bleed and the skies tremble, a fallen soul shall rise – not to serve, but to conquer fate."
-THE ANCIENT PROPHECY OF DIVINE WORLD….
A thunderstorm rages over a massive battlefield. Torn banners of the 13 kingdoms flutter. Broken weapons, blood scatter the land.
For over a thousand years, the kingdom of the world have been at a war- for glory, for vengeance, and for survival.
A shadowed figure stands on a hill, cloaked in black, holding a cracked black blade glowing faintly red.
[ Narration : And now, a new name echoes through prophecy and nightmare alike-]
The masked hero " This world forgot what it means to suffer. I'll remind them."
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