As Karna listened to Ariel's words, a sense of introspection washed over him. The battles he had fought and the sacrifices he had made led him to this moment of reckoning. He realized that amidst the chaos and turmoil, he had lost sight of his true self and purpose.
"I have faced countless trials, both on the battlefield and within my heart," Karna spoke, his voice tinged with a sense of contemplation. "But perhaps I have yet to fully understand the depths of my soul."
"And not just this life, But the previous ones too, Karna." As Ariel's words echoed in the grand throne room, Karna's mind drifted to the fragments of memories that lingered within his soul—memories of past lives, of struggles and triumphs, of love and loss. The weight of those memories pressed upon him, urging him to delve deeper into the recesses of his consciousness.
"Yes, the echoes of past lives," Karna murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "They whisper to me, urging me to remember, to understand."
"Are they now? Anyway, let's start." The moment Ariel finished speaking, Karna lost consciousness and fell into a deep trance-like state. Within the depths of his mind, he found himself standing in a vast expanse of ethereal light, surrounded by fragments of memories and echoes of past lives.
"Ash..."
"...born"
"A...born..."
"Ashborn..."
"ASHBORN!!!"
As the echoes of his name reverberated through the ethereal expanse, Karna felt a surge of energy coursing through him. Each fragment of memory, each whisper from his past lives, seemed to coalesce into a singular, profound realization.
"I am Ashborn," Karna declared, his voice resounding with newfound clarity and purpose. "Eldest son of Shiva and Parvati, born from the shadows of Lord Shiva and love of Goddess Parvati. A warrior of unparalleled caliber, Even Trimurti, the Trinity of Hindu mythology, acknowledged my prowess. I am not just Karna, the mortal king of Anga, but also Ashborn, the divine offspring of Shiva and Parvati."
The memories unfolded before Karna's eyes like an intricate tapestry, revealing glimpses of lives long past, each thread woven with moments of valor, love, and sacrifice. He saw himself standing on the battlefield, wielding celestial weapons with unparalleled skill, his every movement a testament to his divine heritage.
"HAHAHAHA, WE WILL NEVER LOSE A SINGLE BATTLE AS WE HAVE OUR ASHBORN WITH US."
As Karna immersed himself in the memories of his divine heritage as Ashborn, a sense of invigoration surged through him. The recognition of his true self, beyond the mortal constraints of his current existence, infused him with a newfound strength and purpose.
One such memory that stood out amidst the tapestry of his past lives was a moment of profound revelation atop the sacred Mount Kailash. In that ethereal realm where gods and mortals intersected, Karna stood before his mother, Goddess Parvati, her divine presence radiating warmth and wisdom.
"Putra (Son), Worry is eating away at my soul, your father is not back yet," Goddess Parvati spoke, her voice filled with concern as she gazed upon her son.
"Don't wor-"
Before Ashborn could complete his sentence, a thunderous boom echoed through the cosmos, shaking the very foundations of Mount Kailash. Both Ashborn and Goddess Parvati turned their gaze towards the source of the disturbance, their divine senses keenly attuned to the unfolding events.
Gasp~
"Y-Your father transformed into his Nataraja form and began the cosmic dance of destruction," Goddess Parvati exclaimed, her eyes widening with a mixture of awe and concern.
Ashborn felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through him as he beheld the celestial spectacle unfolding before him. The cosmic dance of Lord Shiva, known as the Tandava, was a sight to behold—a mesmerizing display of power and grace that transcended mortal comprehension.
"But why? What has caused Pitashri (Father) to unleash such devastation?" Ashborn asked, his voice tinged with concern as he watched the cosmic dance unfold.
Goddess Parvati's expression darkened slightly as she spoke, her divine aura pulsating with intensity. "Outer gods."
As Goddess Parvati uttered those two words, "Outer gods," a sense of foreboding settled over Ashborn like a dark cloud. He had heard tales of these ancient entities, beings of immense power and inscrutable motives who existed beyond the confines of the mortal realm.
"Outer gods?" Ashborn repeated, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "What do you mean, Mother?"
Goddess Parvati's gaze grew somber as she explained, her words carrying the weight of centuries of divine wisdom. "The Outer gods are ancient beings, primordial forces that predate even the creation of our universe. They exist beyond the boundaries of time and space, their motives veiled in mystery."
Ashborn listened intently, his divine senses attuned to every word spoken by his mother. The mention of the Outer gods stirred something primal within him, a sense of duty and responsibility that resonated with his divine heritage.
"They bring destruction to every realm they encounter, leaving chaos and despair in their wake," Goddess Parvati continued, her voice carrying a solemn tone. "Their influence seeps through the cracks of reality, corrupting everything they touch."
Ashborn's mind raced with thoughts and questions as he contemplated the implications of his mother's words. The threat posed by the Outer gods was unlike any he had faced before—a cosmic menace that defied mortal comprehension.
"What can be done to stop them?" Ashborn asked, his voice edged with determination. "How can we protect the realms from their malevolent influence?"
"we...we can't..."
Goddess Parvati's words hung heavy in the air, the weight of their implication settling over Ashborn like a shroud of darkness. The realization that even the divine might of the gods was insufficient to combat the threat posed by the Outer gods sent a chill down his immortal spine.
"We can't?" Ashborn repeated, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the situation.
Goddess Parvati's expression softened, a sense of sorrow etched into her divine features as she gazed upon her son.
"The power of the Outer gods is beyond even our divine capabilities, my son. They are ancient beings, remnants of a time before time, and their influence extends far beyond the existence of our universe."
Ashborn's heart sank at his mother's words, grappling with the enormity of the threat posed by the Outer gods. The realization that even the divine beings were powerless against such primordial forces filled him with a sense of dread, unlike anything he had ever experienced.
"Then what hope do we have?" Ashborn asked, his voice tinged with desperation as he turned to Goddess Parvati for guidance.
"...Look your father is surrounded, Go help him." Goddess Parvati's voice was firm yet tinged with a sense of urgency as she gestured towards the cosmic dance unfolding before them.
Without a moment's hesitation, Ashborn surged forward, his divine form moving with unparalleled speed and agility. With each step, he felt the weight of his divine heritage coursing through him, empowering him with the strength and determination to confront the cosmic threat that loomed before him.
As Ashborn drew closer to the epicenter of the cosmic dance, he beheld the form of his father, Lord Shiva, surrounded by a swirling vortex of primordial energy.
The Nataraja, the cosmic dancer, moved with grace and precision, his every movement a testament to his mastery over the forces of creation and destruction.
"Pitashri!" Ashborn called out, his voice echoing through the celestial realm as he approached his father's side. Lord Shiva turned his gaze towards his son, a sense of pride and affection shining in his divine eyes.
"Ashborn, my son," he spoke, his voice reverberating with the power of a thousand thunderstorms. "You have come."
"I am here to stand by your side, Pitashri," Ashborn declared, his resolve unwavering as he prepared to face the cosmic threat alongside his father.
A black sword emerged from the depths of Ashborn's divine essence, its blade pulsating with otherworldly energy. With a swift motion, he wielded the celestial weapon, ready to confront the encroaching darkness that threatened to engulf the cosmos.
"Come Forth"
His shadow expanded as countless shadow soldiers emerged from the depths of his being, an army of spectral warriors clad in ethereal armor and wielding celestial weapons.
With a resounding battle cry, they surged forward to join the fray, their allegiance pledged to their divine commander, Ashborn, the son of Shiva and Parvati.
The cosmic dance of destruction raged on as Ashborn and his shadow army clashed against the malevolent forces of the Outer gods. Each blow struck by Ashborn's sword and each strike launched by his spectral warriors resonated with the power of divine fury, pushing back the encroaching darkness with unwavering resolve.
As the battle reached its climax, Ashborn felt a surge of primal energy coursing through him, a manifestation of his divine heritage and the culmination of centuries of divine lineage. With a mighty roar, he unleashed a torrent of celestial fire, engulfing the Outer gods in a blaze of divine retribution.
The cosmic dance faltered as the malevolent forces of the Outer gods recoiled before the onslaught of Ashborn's divine fury. With a final, thunderous clash, the cosmic threat was vanquished, the primordial darkness banished back to the depths from whence it came.
As the celestial realm basked in the afterglow of victory, Ashborn stood amidst the remnants of battle, his divine form radiating with the glory of triumph. Beside him stood Lord Shiva, his father and mentor, pride gleaming in his divine eyes as he beheld his son's valor and strength.
"You have shown great courage and determination, my son," Lord Shiva spoke, his voice a thunderous echo that reverberated through the celestial realm. "You have proven yourself worthy of your divine heritage, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that threatens our existence."
Ashborn bowed his head in reverence, a sense of humility washing over him as he stood before his father. "I am but a vessel of your divine grace, Pitashri," he spoke, his voice tinged with gratitude and devotion. "It is an honor to serve alongside you in the eternal struggle against the forces of chaos and destruction."