The year is 2095. The air in Mumbai hums with not just the drone of high-tech vehicles, but the faint, residual energy of the Divya Shakti.
On a quiet night in a middle-class apartment complex in Mumbai, Mohit Sharma held his breath. Beside him, his wife, Neha, labored. Two years after The Descent the global energy burst the Sharmas, devout worshippers of Lord Shiva who had struggled for years to conceive, were finally welcoming their son. They took it as a divine blessing, a miracle granted by the new, vibrant mythological energy permeating the world.
"Push, Nehaji, one more time," the AI-assistant doctor instructed calmly, its holographic image shimmering slightly.
The clock on the wall read 12:00 AM. The moment the new day began, a massive anomaly occurred. The Divya Shakti in the room which was fully integrated into the building's power grid, lighting, and ambient AI suddenly spiked. The lights flickered violently, the temperature plunged, and the AI assistant's voice broke into static.
Kshh-sssh...
A baby was born.
The moment the child's small body left its mother, the energy spike vanished as if consumed. The room returned to normal, the AI doctor resuming its monotone instruction. Mohit and Neha, exhausted, looked down at their son.
Baby was just born but he was utterly still. He was clean, perfect, and his eyes, dark and deep, were wide open. He did not cry. He simply observed.
"He's beautiful," Neha whispered, tears of joy running down her face.
Mohit, overwhelmed, lifted his son. "Rudra," he murmured, "A gift from Shiva."
Unbeknownst to them, the hospital's automated newborn-screening system instantly flagged the result.
> SUBJECT: Rudra Sharma
> DIVYA SHAKTI COMPATIBILITY: 100% (ERROR: Impossible reading. Flagging for deep scan.)
> ELEMENTAL HARNESSING SIGNATURE: All Primal Signatures Detected (Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Lighting). SPACE Signature present but dormant.
> RESULT: ANOMALY — The Pure Soul.
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The alert was intercepted milliseconds later by an anomaly of pure, cold efficiency. It was a digital ghost, a program with complexity and reach that far transcended all known human or corporate AI networks. It systematically quarantined the anomaly alert, scrubbed the very existence of the "100% reading" from all primary hospital and national data logs, and then self-dissolved, leaving behind no trace of its existence only a secured, private window of time for the child to grow.
The scientists would later call such impossible, untraceable events "Mythos Intervention," a subtle correction of reality by the very mechanism of the Divya Shakti itself.
The protective veil had been drawn. The slight intervention was complete.
Two years passed. Rudra was an unusually calm child he never cried unless absolutely necessary, never demanding. But the pure love and the solid values instilled by Mohit and Neha kept his heart warm, a secret fire beneath his cold, observing exterior.
Meanwhile, 1400 kilometers away, Virochana disguised as the billionaire Arjun Verma sat in the command center of the 'NEXUS Spire' Flying Tower above New Delhi.
A three-dimensional holographic projection shimmered above his desk, displaying hundreds of recent surveillance reports delivered by the trafficking gangs he employed. Most were marked with low compatibility, but his eyes were drawn to one packet glowing an alarming, isolated crimson.
[SUBJECT: Rudra Sharma. Age 2. Location: Mumbai. Status: ANOMALY.]
Virochana activated the crimson packet with a mental command. The hologram zoomed in, displaying the medical data that confirmed his suspicion: Compatibility: 100% (followed by the system error tag: Impossible Reading).
Virochana immediately activated the encrypted channel. The image of the trafficking gang leader appeared, looking nervous.
"The crimson file," Virochana commanded, his voice a low, demanding vibration. "Give me the details you observed, not the corrupted hospital data."
"Boss, the kid is a ghost," the gangster stammered. "He doesn't just cultivate, he inhales the ambient Divya Shakti like air. Our team marked him as an Anomalous Pure Node. He's not a slave, he's... a natural core."
Virochana smiled, a chilling expression of demonic greed. He ran his hand over the holographic projection of Rudra's data profile. A 100% stable vessel. A child of purity born into the Mythos age. It was the perfect, untouched body capable of housing and wielding all the elemental power of the Divya Shakti, including the high-level Space power he craved.
"Bring the boy to me," Virochana commanded, his voice cold and final. "Do not break him. This vessel is not to be damaged by simple force. I will possess him, and through him, I will become the true Heir of the Cosmos."
He dismissed the frightened gang leader. His gaze lingered on Rudra's profile. "A gift from Shiva, they call him?" he whispered to himself. "No. You are simply the perfect throne for an Asura. " Saying this He laughed wildly his laughter is echoed in the room.
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