Chapter 6 - Chapter 6: Wings to the Himalayan Peaks

Arjun Vikramaditya's coronation as inner disciple echoed across Bharatvarsha's martial realms. The Crimson Lotus Academy's gates parted for a colossal eagle-vahan, feathers shimmering like molten gold, dispatched from the Himalayan Divine Peaks. Sage Vishwamitra clasped his shoulder, voice grave: "The Peaks test not just strength, but harmony with the cosmos. Beware—the Kaurav exiles flee to their patriarch, Dronacharya the Blind Sage. Their vendetta festers." Arjun boarded alone, Garuda Feather pulsing in sync with the beast's wings. Winds howled as they pierced thunderclouds, ascending toward snow-capped sentinels where rishis communed with Navagraha lords. �The Peaks materialized—a floating citadel atop Everest-like spires, ringed by aurora veils of prana storms. Crystal lotuses carpeted jade cliffs; aerial arenas hovered on anti-grav arrays. Arjun landed amid prodigy stares—sons of World King holy lands, auras thick as mountain fog. Headmaster Parashurama, axe eternally bloodied from asura purges, scanned him. "Vikramaditya spark? Prove it in the Stormwind Gauntlet—dodge Indra's tempests or plummet to Patala." No time for respite; Arjun entered the swirling vortex arena, gales birthing lightning nagas and hail-lances.First wave: azure bolts mimicking Nine Heavens Thunder. Arjun invoked Golden Roc Shattering Void, cube-granted movement sutra unfolding space ripples. He blurred like monsoon shadow, Vel deflecting strikes with petal cascades. Spectators gasped—his speed rivaled Garuda heirs. Second wave: abyssal winds summoning rakshasa gales. Jatayu flames cloaked him in rebirth armor, burning tempests to ash. Prodigies like Arjuna (no kin) faltered; one plummeted, saved by safety nets.Pinnacle trial: Parashurama unleashed Vajra Annihilation, a thunder pillar fusing all grahas. Arjun's dantian roared—Kubera Cube birthed Thunderfire Dao Diagram. Violet thunder phoenix wreathed his Vel, clashing in cataclysmic bloom. Sparks lit the Peaks; the pillar shattered, Arjun emerging singed but sovereign. "Garuda blood acknowledged!" Parashurama boomed. Quarters assigned: a frozen cave grotto for prana refinement.Nightfall brought intrigue. A hooded messenger slipped a scroll: "Kaurav hire Patala assassins. Survive the Blood Moon Banquet." Arjun meditated, cube unveiling High Chaos Devil Arts—soul cultivation from ancient demon abysses. Ethereal asura tattoos ghosted his skin, six arms flexing in visions. Duryodhan's shadow loomed larger, but Arjun's heart of sanatana dharma steeled. Peaks were stepping stones; 33 Lokas beckoned with god-slaying promise.At midnight, banquet horns blared. Poisoned chalices? Illusion ambushes? Arjun gripped Vel, eyes like karma stars. The forge hammered on—Chakravarti forged in storm and betrayal.