THE GREAT MOUNTAIN
The Great Himalya Kingdom stood like a jewel upon the towering peaks of the Great Himalya Mountain. Its white, snowy ridges touched the clouds, and from afar, it looked like the heavens themselves had descended upon the earth. This kingdom was vast—stretching across valleys, rivers, and forests—its power once unchallenged across the mighty Abiba Continent.
The Abiba Continent was one of the great continents of the world, though not the strongest. Within this world, kingdoms and empires were measured by their powers: Big Level Powers, Medium Level Powers, and Low Level Powers. The Malya Kingdom, though in decline, still shone as a Mighty Kingdom among all. Its people whispered with pride about its golden age under Emperor Lord Rajeshwar, a man whose name was carved deep into the history of the continent.
Rajeshwar's Legacy
Long ago, during Rajeshwar's reign, the Malya Kingdom ruled not just one, but four great continents. His strength was not only in his armies or wealth, but in something far more mysterious—his mastery over puzzles.
Rajeshwar was known as an Upper God-Grade Puzzle Master. To the uninitiated, this might sound like a mere pastime. But in this world, puzzles were not games—they were seals, locks, and gateways to unimaginable power. Rajeshwar's puzzles could bind artifacts, control elemental forces, and even suppress divine energies. He had crafted dozens of these God-Grade Puzzles to protect his kingdom and family. Each puzzle sealed away Elemental Artifacts—weapons and treasures infused with the might of Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Magnetism, and even Space.
The rule was simple: only his bloodline could unlock these puzzles. To outsiders, they were labyrinths of eternal mystery. Yet there was a catch—if a being far stronger than a God-Grade level ever attempted, even they could forcefully tear open the puzzle. Thus, Rajeshwar trained his sons and family endlessly, preparing them for the day when the puzzles would need to be unlocked.
But darkness always hung over light.
The Rise of Evil Forces
From the depths of the void came the Evil Forces. They struck without mercy, their ambition clear: to erase the Malya Kingdom and claim the treasures sealed within its puzzles. They unleashed wave after wave of destruction, turning once-flourishing lands into wastelands of ash. The four continents Rajeshwar had once united were torn apart in endless battles. Countless lives were lost on both sides.
Even as the evil suffered heavy losses, they returned again and again, growing stronger after every defeat. Their hunger for power was endless. They believed that if they could unlock Rajeshwar's puzzles, they could control the Elemental God Artifacts—and with them, the world.
Amid this chaos, Rajeshwar's name still commanded awe. Yet before he was the great emperor, before the wars, there was another story—a tale of friendship, love, and destiny.
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Rajeshwar and Jogeshwar
Rajeshwar had not always been the mighty ruler the world remembered. In his youth, he was simply a boy with a brilliant mind, living in the shadow of the Great Himalya Mountain. His closest companion was Jogeshwar, a spirited boy with boundless energy. Their friendship was legendary, for they were like two sides of the same coin.
From childhood, the two friends had a strange passion: puzzles. Rajeshwar would create puzzles of stones, carvings, and symbols, and Jogeshwar would solve them with laughter in his eyes. When Jogeshwar grew stronger, he too began to craft puzzles, leaving Rajeshwar to solve them. The two competed, learned, and grew together.
As they grew older, their interests expanded. They mined artifacts, minerals, and elemental stones deep within the mountains, treasures hidden from common men. With each discovery, their power grew. One day, they swore to one another that they would climb to the top of the world together.
But fate had other plans.
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The Princess
When the two friends reached their youth, they journeyed together
The silence after the princess's words hung heavily in the grand hall of the sect. Even the wind outside seemed to pause, as if the world itself awaited the meaning behind her cryptic declaration.
Rajeshwar's sharp eyes narrowed. He was a young man of unshakable confidence, and yet, the conviction in her voice stirred unease in him. Jogeshwar, ever the more impulsive, spoke first.
"Last hope? What do you mean?"
The princess glanced at him briefly, her face calm but her eyes stormy. "It is not for you to question. If you wish to understand, follow me to Guru Rameshwar. He will speak, and the truth will reveal itself."
The disciples of the sect moved aside as the princess walked through the carved stone doors leading into the Hall of the Sage. Rajeshwar and Jogeshwar exchanged glances before following her, curiosity gnawing at their hearts.
The hall was vast, with towering pillars engraved with ancient symbols—puzzles themselves, each line of inscription holding riddles unsolved for centuries. At the far end, seated upon a dais, was a man cloaked in simple white robes. His hair flowed like silver, his beard touching his chest, and his eyes—deep, timeless—seemed to pierce through mortal flesh into the very soul.
This was Guru Rameshwar.
The moment Rajeshwar and Jogeshwar laid eyes on him, they felt a weight press upon their chests. It was as if their minds were suddenly thrust into an endless labyrinth, every path a riddle, every step a question. The sage's mere presence was a puzzle.
The princess bowed deeply. "Honored Guru, I have come, as you summoned me."
Rameshwar's voice rolled through the hall like thunder muffled by distance. "You have come, child. And you are not alone."
His gaze fell upon Rajeshwar and Jogeshwar. "Fate weaves its threads tightly… tighter than even the strongest puzzle."
Rajeshwar stepped forward boldly. "Guru Rameshwar, if I may, who is she? Why did you call her here?"
The sage's eyes softened upon the princess. "She is Princess Vaishnavi, the last daughter of the fallen Seriya Kingdom. Her people were annihilated by the Evil Forces, and she alone escaped with the burden of her bloodline."
Jogeshwar's eyes widened. "Seriya Kingdom… that was wiped out five years ago in a single night!"
The princess closed her eyes briefly, the memory cutting through her like a blade. Her voice quivered, but she forced herself to speak. "My father, King Vedant, was betrayed. The Evil Forces unleashed a forbidden artifact, one we could not withstand. Before the end, my father gave me a scroll sealed with his life. He told me that only Guru Rameshwar could decipher it."