Location: Shambara Dānava Palace – Aryavarta Kingdom
The obsidian throne room pulsed with tension. Shambara, seated beneath a canopy of skulls and black silk, turned to his minister Vaning, voice sharp with dread.
"This morning, at ten o'clock, my son left for his mission—
To hunt the herb-taker and infiltrate the hospital of Karṇāṭa Deśa.
But now it's one o'clock.
What is he waiting for?"
He clenched his fists.
"The guru said today…
My son will die.
If he dies…
Who will inherit the rule after me?"
Vaning bowed, calm but calculating.
"Sir, don't worry.
I have a plan.
We have 14 Senapatis.
One died in war…
But we can send Gniverasura,
Senapati of Assma Rājya."
He continued:
"He reported that he has occupied Lumbini,
And the war is nearly won against Ardhrasura of the Shunya Dynasty."
Shambara's eyes lit up.
"Good to hear.
Call Gniverasura.
He is an Agni Tantrika—a master of fire-based tantra.
Send him to save my son before it's too late."
Vaning nodded.
"I follow your order.
I'll organize it now.
Don't worry."
Camp of Adriktaclan – Hidden Rakshasa Outpost
The cursed forest pulsed with tension. Beneath a canopy of shadowed trees, Mantrai, known secretly as Manrakasura, stood in his war tent, speaking to his loyal aide Ivvara.
Ivvara's voice trembled.
"My brother Jira… captured.
What a pity.
He always admired me—called me young master."
Mantrai smirked, eyes cold.
"I have a plan.
We'll distract the human—whoever he is.
A herb collector, maybe.
Or some forest wanderer.
Doesn't matter.
We'll root him out…
And take Jira back."
Ivvara bowed.
"Please… save my brother, my lord."
Mantrai raised his hand.
"I summon the four enveloped ninjas:
VekraGrantiVictorLeena
Go.
Distract the target in the woods.
My elite—Varnikasura—will extract Jira."
He laughed darkly.
"Hah… I surrender?
What a foolish human.
Let me teach him what happens when you oppose the son of Demon King Shambara…"
His laughter echoed through the forest.
"Hahahahahaha…"
The trap was set.
Simha stood beneath the sacred tree, scanning the canopy.
"Jira, open the herb list.
I'll climb and bring the Bilva herb—also known as Neem."
Just as he reached for the first branch—
Four ninja voices echoed from the shadows:
"Tantrika Technique: Asura Shuriken Storm!"
The forest exploded with spinning blades.
Simha's eyes narrowed.
He pulled his chain, locked it to his sheath, and spun it with divine reflex—
Every shuriken was deflected in a single motion.
With his right-hand sword, he pierced Vekra's heart—instant death.
Granti lunged with a blade—Simha dodged, wrapped the chain around his waist, pulled him in, and slashed his head clean.
From above, Victor and Lenna ambushed.
Simha laughed mid-air.
"Too slow."
He launched into an airborne slash, and in the friction of impact—
Both fell, lifeless.
Jira watched in awe.
(In his mind)
"Amazing…
Defending while attacking.
I must learn this style."
Suddenly, Varnikasura appeared from the shadows, grabbed Jira's wrist, and ran.
Simha, unfazed, climbed swiftly and cut the Neem herb, placing it into his 4D bag using the Brahmāṇḍa system, activated by will.
🏃♂️ They ran through half the forest, crossing both tiers.
Varnikasura panted.
"Let's sit for five minutes."
They collapsed near a shadowed rock.
A silhouette emerged.
It was Gnivasura, the Agni Tantrika General.
"Varnikasura…
Where is the young master?
What's happening?"
Jira stood, voice steady.
"Let me tell you—
A new herb collector named Vikram Simha is dueling the Adriktaclan.
In this duel…
We are losing.
His reaction speed is unmatched.
He plans and executes with terrifying precision."
Gnivasura's eyes flared.
"Don't worry.
Varnikasura…
Don't run.
Let's go.
Let me burn him."
The forest trembled.
ocation: Savandurga Forest – Twilight Tier
From the shadowed canopy, Gnivasura, the Agni Tantrika General, watched silently as Varnikasura stepped forward to challenge Simha.
Varnikasura roared:
"Tantrika Varnatava – Kundalini Yoga Shastahasta!"
A surge of dark blue power erupted from his spine.
His body expanded—six arms emerged, each glowing with tantric wind.
He summoned eight maces, held in his blue fists, and chanted:
"Kundalini Tantrika Aṣṭa Bhirakta Bali!" A storm of wind and steel surrounded Simha.
But Simha stood calm.
He closed his eyes, focused on his chained fist, and whispered his kuladevata mantra:
"ॐ वज्रनखाय विद्महे तीक्ष्णदंष्ट्राय धीमहि।
तन्नो नृसिंहः प्रचोदयात्॥"
Om, let us meditate on Lord Narasimha, the one with nails as hard as thunderbolts and extremely sharp teeth. May Lord Narasimha enlighten our intellect and guide us on the right path.
His chains glowed pure white, infused with divine energy.
Simha leapt into the air—airborne combat ignited.
He parried every mace with his fists, then kicked, shattering the iron weapons mid-flight.
They clashed hand-to-hand.
Simha grabbed Varnikasura mid-air and slammed him down from 50 meters, shaking the forest floor.
He opened his eyes—divine fury blazing.
With his chain, he bound four arms, pulled his sheath, and cut through all limbs with force.
Then, with a final strike to the head—
It burst.
Varnikasura collapsed—headless, reduced to two lifeless arms.
Gnivasura, stunned by the name of Narasimha, began chanting it involuntarily.
His eyes flared.
"You invoked God Narasimha…
Then I will truly kill you now."
He leapt from the tree—flames trailing behind him.
Simha stood, unfaced.