As Mahesh walked deeper into the luminous expanse of his consciousness, Bhram and Aeon followed. The heavy, rhythmic vibration of the time core pulsed around them, a sensation Aeon was quickly getting used to.
Mahesh paused, his cosmic form shimmering faintly against the dark matter of the void. He turned his gaze toward Aeon, his voice echoing directly in their minds. "Now, I am going to introduce you to someone new. Let us get out of Earto."
Aeon instinctively straightened, hesitating. "As you say, sir. But..."
Bhram raised a hand. "Spit it out, kid."
"Won't Saturn listen to us if we leave the protection of your core, sir?" Aeon asked cautiously. He had not forgotten the terrifying black expanse or Saturn's absolute control over the time fabric. Leaving the core meant stepping back onto the cosmic chessboard where Saturn could hear every whisper.
Mahesh offered a calming smile. "We are not going to talk about any of this outside, Aeon. The secrets of the core remain in the core."
Aeon nodded in relief. "Okay. Is Gana joining us too?"
From the shifting light, Gana stepped forward, stretching his arms with a relaxed, confident aura. "Of course. Why not? It has been a while since I went on a cosmic ride."
"Are we all ready?" Bhram asked.
"Let's go," Mahesh commanded softly. "We must reach the Walhalaway galaxy as early as possible."
Without another word, Lord Mahesh began to collapse his golden time core. The infinite timelines and walls of pure Supereon energy folded inward. Aeon felt a sudden, weightless rush as his consciousness was safely ejected from the divine space, snapping through dimensions until it slammed back into his eighth-dimensional physical body.
When Aeon opened his eyes, Earto hung massive and silent in space below. Eenos was floating nearby, his 4D anchor masking his true depth. Ahead of them, Mahesh, Bhram, and Gana were already propelling themselves outward, their raw speeds bending the starlight.
Aeon aligned his trajectory with Eenos, flying shoulder to shoulder as they left the Earto system.
"By the way, Eenos," Aeon transmitted telepathically. "I don't understand why Earto is being protected by such a great being. If Mahesh is so powerful, why don't Lord Mahesh and Saturn just go one-on-one? Settle it once and for all."
Eenos went entirely rigid. "I don't know what you are talking about, Aeon."
Aeon frowned, drifting slightly closer. "What do you mean? It's a simple question."
Eenos kept his eyes locked dead ahead on Mahesh and Bhram. He subtly shifted his Supereon flow—a silent, desperate warning. They were no longer inside Mahesh's protected core. They were in the open universe, and Saturn heard everything.
"Never mind!" Eenos snapped out loud, his telepathic voice sharp. "Why do you even want to ask something like that? Isn't it a weird, foolish question?"
Aeon blinked, finally realizing the danger. The heavy sensation of being watched pricked at his consciousness. Saturn.
"Oh! Okay," Aeon replied quickly. "Yeah, it's just foolish. Forget I asked."
Millions of lightyears away, seated in the timeless dark, Saturn observed the exchange in silence, watching them cross the cosmic boundary into the Walhalaway galaxy.
Walhalaway was a vast expanse swirling with vibrant nebulas and ancient star clusters, in the same universe ruled by Bhram. As the group slowed their immense speeds, Bhram moved to take the lead, knowing exactly where to go.
Lord Mahesh raised a hand, stopping him. He turned to Aeon, gesturing toward the endless expanse of stars. "Aeon, look around. This is Walhalaway. You are going to live here as long as you wish. You need time to accumulate, learn, and grow. Once you feel ready, you are free to leave."
In a single, fluid motion, Mahesh teleported the entire group from the vacuum of space directly onto the surface of a hidden planet deep within the galaxy: Planet Goloka.
The transition was instant. Aeon's feet touched down on soft, vibrant ground. He looked around in awe. The land was blanketed in rich, glowing green grass and brilliant flowers pulsing with internal light. The atmosphere was thick, warm, and comforting.
Rivers did not flow with water here. Goloka was composed of fifty percent grasslands and fifty percent liquid Amrut—the shimmering nectar of immortality. The scent of Amrut filled the air, making Aeon's Supereons hum with stability.
Waiting in a vast clearing were two towering figures.
Indra, the King of the people of Goloka, and Thors, the son of Odin—a warrior from another universe entirely who stood as a guardian to this realm. Both radiated the crackling power of thunder.
Seeing the arrival of the supreme beings, Thors stepped forward, bowing deeply.
"Lord Mahesh," Thors rumbled.
Behind them, the scattered people of Goloka.
Thors announced IN THE NAME OF LORD MAHESH KNEEL !!
Mahesh smiled warmly. "I respect all of you for showing such reverence. But now, you may stand."
As the people rose, Bhram cleared his throat loudly, crossing his arms. "Ahem!! I know I am only the so-called ruler of this universe..."
Thors's eyes widened. He quickly knelt, resting his massive hammer on the grass. "Lord Bhram, sir, I deeply apologize!"
Realizing his mistake, the people of Goloka immediately dropped back to their knees, bowing even lower in the name of Bhram, the true sovereign of their universe.
Bhram allowed a brief smirk to cross his face before waving his hand dismissively. "Ahum! Stand straight, all of you."
Standing to the side, Eenos and Aeon watched, deeply fascinated by the dynamic.
Gana leaned over to them, chuckling under his breath. "You two better make a habit of seeing things like this. My dad is unimaginably strong. Just do me a favor—don't ever let him open his third eye during a fight. Or else... game over for everything."
Gana stepped forward, gesturing to the guardians. "Okay, let me introduce you. This is Indra, King of Goloka's people . And this is Thors, son of Odin. He hails from a different universe, but guards Goloka alongside Indra. Both wield the supreme power of thunder, protecting this planet and the borders of the Walhalaway galaxy."
Aeon nodded respectfully. His gaze, however, slowly drifted past them.
Looming in the distance, rising high above the glowing green plains and rivers of Amrut, was a massive mountain. Its peaks were shaped with unnatural perfection.
Aeon stepped forward, his eyes locked on the horizon. "Why is that mountain shaped exactly like a lotus, a flower from Earto?"
To be continued...