TRIDAVA SUTRA: THE UNKNOWN STORY OF GODS

The great cosmic halls trembled with divine fury. The gods sat in a circle, their voices shaking the fabric of space itself. One god, eyes burning with compassion, pleaded desperately."Spare Earth! Humanity still has a chance."But the others turned coldly away. The god who sat upon the throne, his form cloaked in blinding radiance, spoke with finality. With a mere thought, he released his divine pressure. Stars flickered, galaxies stilled, and even the whispers of eternity fell silent.The fate of Earth hung in that silence.A World BelowFar from the heavens, in Bharat, a mother's voice broke the morning peace."Badal! You skipped school again?!" she shouted over the phone, her frustration echoing against the simple household walls.Badal, sprawled lazily on his bed, stared at the ceiling, unbothered by her anger. His textbooks lay untouched, his uniform tossed aside. His heart yearned for something far beyond the classroom. He didn't care about marks or exams. He dreamed of blades sharp enough to cut through the sky.He dreamed of becoming a divine swordmaster.The World of LineagesThat evening, the nation celebrated a monumental victory. On a buzzing news podcast, the anchor's voice surged with pride:"Breaking news: Bharat has reclaimed its territory on Mars! All thanks to Aryan Khanna, our greatest divine swordmaster! Wielding the martial lineage of Baruna, Lord of the Wind, he cut down the Asuras in one strike!"In this world, every human carried a fragment of the gods within them—a martial lineage that defined their destiny. It was said that one's lineage determined their future strength and the battles they were born to fight.But Badal… he had no idea what lineage flowed in his blood.The Looming ThreatThe Asuras, beings from a dimension darker than night, prowled the edges of existence. Declaring themselves as the "Lords' Envoys," they sought Earth's destruction. Their invasions grew fiercer each year, and the gods above debated whether Earth was worth saving at all.The Frozen MomentBadal trudged home from school one late afternoon, dragging his feet through dusty lanes. Suddenly, his world stopped. Literally. The chatter of children, the honk of rickshaws, the rustle of leaves—all froze mid-motion. The stillness pressed upon his chest.Then, the sky cracked.A figure descended from the void beyond space, tearing reality with but a gesture. His eyes burned with celestial intensity as he landed before Badal. The air quivered around him, time itself bowing to his presence.He held out a scroll shimmering with divine glyphs—the Tridev Sutra."Badal," the being's voice thundered, echoing across dimensions, "the responsibility of protecting Earth rests with you now. Take this Sutra—the path of the Tridev. Train, awaken, and choose. You have five years to prepare. No more… no less."His gaze pierced through Badal's soul."The choice is yours: will you rise as the divine swordgod… or let your world perish?"And with that, the moment shattered. Time resumed. The streets bustled as if nothing had happened. Badal stood frozen, clutching the glowing scroll that hummed like a fragment of the cosmos itself.His ordinary life had ended. His destiny had begun.