Rudra Eswar: The Multiversal Odyssey.

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As the crystal exploded into scarlet light, enveloping Rajendra and Anvi in a protective dome of shimmering energy.

Rajendra gasped as the translucent dome hardened around them like tempered glass.

"Old man!"

He shouted, pounding against the barrier.

"What are you doing?! Let us help you!"

But the Acharya didn't answer.

"____"

He turned back, facing the three traitors with fire blazing in his lionlike eyes.

Maria's voice slithered through the chamber.

"Still resisting? All your loyalists are being slaughtered by our own students across the fortress. Give up, old lion."

A growl rumbled deep from Vedan's chest.

Grr~ 

His anger boiled to the surface, and with a mighty roar, he activated his Bloodline Astra – Shima Astra.

A shockwave burst out.

"____"

Vedan's body expanded—

His muscles surging with raw power.

His head transformed into that of a massive lion, fangs bared and golden mane swirling like fire.

His human body remained intact but wrapped in the armour of living fur and Astra energy.

His eyes glowed like molten gold.

"I was silent for too long,"

He snarled.

"Now you'll face a true elder."

The ground cracked as Vedan lunged forward, claws blazing.

Surya Vardhan met him with a wave of Fire.

Maitreya circled with his Venom Spear Astra, lashing out with strikes soaked in corrosive energy.

Maria weaved in and out of battle, using metals around her to cover those two.

Inside the barrier,

Rajendra watched in horror—fists slamming against the unbreakable wall of ruby light. His heart pounded.

THUD.

"LET ME OUT!"

He screamed.

Anvi placed a hand on his back.

"Rajendra…"

But he wasn't listening.

With a cry of desperation,

He activated his own Shima Astra, his body transforming into a lion warrior—

Smaller than Vedan, but pulsing with fury and fire.

He dug his claws into the dome, tearing at it with everything he had.

Still—

It held.

Outside, Vedan found his rhythm.

He batted away molten metal with powerful swipes, spun under Maitreya's spear, and roared in defiance as flames exploded around him.

With each move, he forced the traitors back—

Matching their speed, matching their strength.

But he was the only one.

And they were three with powerful buffs.

In a sudden blur, Maitreya vanished behind him, reappearing with a hiss and a whisper.

'Shhh… goodbye, old friend.'

The venomous spear pierced straight through Vedan's chest.

"____"

His golden eyes widened.

Blood poured from his lips as the fight drained from him.

But before falling, he turned toward the dome.

Through the swirling haze, he locked eyes with his son.

And he smiled.

"I was always proud of you, Rajendra…"

Then he collapsed, the lion's mane fading as his body returned to its human form, still and lifeless on the bloodied stone floor.

"____"

Rajendra let out a roar—

One of agony, not battle.

THUD. THUD.

He struck the dome again and again, his claws tearing bloody marks into the barrier, his voice echoing through the chamber.

"FAAAATHERRRR!"

Maria and the traitors turned toward the dome, their expressions unreadable.

"____"

"____"

"____"

"Tch,"

Maria muttered.

"Let's go. The barrier's rigged. It'll explode once we're out of range. No need to die with the dead."

Without another word, the three turned and vanished into the dark corridors.

Inside the barrier,

Rajendra slumped to his knees, still staring at his father's lifeless form.

Anvi placed her hand gently on his shoulder as the dome shimmered ominously.

A low hum filled the room.

The final safeguard of Acharya Vedan—

His last act of defiance.

The barrier would soon detonate outward, incinerating the chamber and collapsing everything around it…

But shielding the ones within.

Present Time...

The air in the hospital room was thick with tension, silence gripping everyone like a vice.

After hearing the devastating news from Guru Arvind,

No one spoke for several seconds. His voice, once steady and composed, had trembled as he revealed the brutal truth:

Three elders had betrayed the Bramansh code.

They had aligned with Dev—

And in a surprise attack, they slaughtered five loyal council members.

Now, only Guru Arvind remained as the last true elder of the council.

It was Anvi who had informed him, her voice cracking with emotion over the phone.

Rajendra, she had said, was completely shattered after witnessing his father's murder.

The betrayal, the bloodshed—

Everything had broken him.

Anvi had taken charge, asking their children, Tejas and Meena, to begin assembling their respective Bramansh teams and head for Ooty.

She and Rajendra would follow soon after.

As the weight of the revelation settled in, everyone stood still.

Shiva, who had always maintained a calm façade, suddenly found himself trembling.

"____"

Cold sweat formed on his brow.

His mind flashed back to Dev—

The sealed form he saw in his visions.

"This is my fault… I should've seen it…"

He muttered, voice low and heavy with shame.

Amirtha moved closer, placing a hand on his shoulder,

Trying to reassure him—

But her own eyes were clouded with uncertainty.

Junoo looked down, jaw clenched in silence.

"____"

But amidst all of it, Rudra stood tall and unmoving.

His eyes didn't flinch.

No tremble in his voice.

No sweat on his brow.

Because in his mind, a voice echoed.

[System Mission Alert]

[DING...]

[NEW MISSION IS BEING GENERATED...]

[Objective: Win the War Against Dev.

Defeat Him. Kill Him.

Reward: A Special Template.]

[DING...]

[This mission is critical. Failure is not an option.]

Rudra didn't tell anyone about the mission.

This was his secret.

After a Few Hours...

Ooty...

Hotel Highland Leaf...

After their treatment concluded, Rudra, Shiva, Amirtha, Junoo, and the others returned to The Highland Leaf.

The hospital, though secure, was too exposed—

Too vulnerable if Dev's men decided to strike.

Innocent lives would be the first to fall.

Guru Arvind agreed with the decision, insisting that none of them could afford to take that risk.

Back at the hotel, the atmosphere had shifted.

It was no longer just a business or a resting place.

It had become a war camp in disguise.

Guru Arvind, wasting no time, summoned his most trusted students—

Seasoned warriors, each with decades of experience and unwavering loyalty.

They began arriving one by one.

Their faces bore the same expression: resolve.

Across Ooty, the tension thickened.

Word of the council's betrayal had spread like wildfire among Bramansh,

And with it came a wave of fury and fear.

Bramansh warriors who still supported Guru Arvind—

Or simply wanted to stand against Dev and the elder's betrayal—

Began gathering in and around the region.

Checkpoints were established.

Surveillance runes placed in the air.

Patrols ran day and night, manned by Arvind's people.

Ooty was being fortified from within, turned into a stronghold under the cover of a sleepy mountain town.

But there was a complication.

Rudra's whereabouts had been compromised.

Once the news of elder-level betrayal broke,

Guru Arvind knew they couldn't risk any further mistakes.

The traitors had likely already informed Dev or his men of Rudra's location.

So Arvind made a decision.

They would not hide anymore.

If Dev's faction wanted war, they would be met with force.

But they wouldn't fight recklessly.

The first step was to gather power—

Reinforcements, strategy, and intelligence.

Rudra stood on the balcony of his room, overlooking the mist-draped hills of Ooty, deep in thought.

Hammy, resting on his shoulder, stayed silent for once.

"____"

"____"

Below, warriors trained in the camp set up in the deep woods.

Inside, maps were being drawn and potential landscape advantages were being explored.

As the final rays of sunlight dipped beneath the Ooty hills, casting the town in a golden-orange hue,

The distant sounds of training below filled the air, swords clashing, spells being chanted.

But Rudra's eyes were distant, his expression unreadable.

That's when Hammy, perched comfortably on his shoulder, tilted her head and gave him a side-eye.

"Still brooding, boss?"

She muttered, nibbling on a nut.

Rudra finally smirked, the tension easing from his brow.

"No... just thinking."

He turned slightly and reached up to scratch behind her ear, prompting an exaggerated purr from the squirrel.

"Actually,"

He said, a chuckle slipping out,

Chuckle~ 

"I've got a job for you."

Hammy perked up.

"Ooh, secret mission? Recon? Sabotage? Am I finally going undercover as a weasel?!"

Rudra laughed lightly.

"Nope. I need you to gather as many wild animals as possible from around the hills. Bring them here. Tell them I want to speak with them."

Hammy blinked.

"Wait, all of them?"

"If they refuse,"

Rudra added playfully,

"Drag them here. Or carry me to them."

Hammy immediately puffed out her chest and gave a tiny salute, mimicking a soldier.

"Aye aye, Commander Rudra! Operation 'Beast Summit' is a go!"

She declared in a mock-serious tone, then dramatically rolled off his shoulder and landed with a flip.

As she scampered toward the forest line,

She called back over her shoulder.

"Hope you speak lizard! The last one I met only hissed insults!"

Rudra shook his head, watching her vanish into the trees.

His smile faded slightly, but the warmth lingered.

In this brewing war, that tiny squirrel was a spark of levity.

A good sign may be...

And yet, her mission wasn't just for laughs.

He could communicate with the animals using his nature's son trait.

If the forest was uneasy, if anything unnatural was moving... they'd know it before anyone else.

And Rudra needed every edge he could get.

Surveillance Room...

The hum of the surveillance room was faint but ever-present—

The quiet mechanical monitors scanning the expanse of Ooty's borders.

The air was cold and tense, heavy with the coming storm.

Amirtha sat before a wall of flickering screens, her sharp eyes studying the footage alongside Junoo.

Every frame of movement, every heat signature, every shadow was being watched.

Junoo leaned forward, adjusting a dial.

"Still nothing,"

She muttered.

"We must keep her watch tight."

But Amirtha's mind was only half in the room.

Her gaze lingered on the monitors,

But her thoughts had drifted—

to the man she once almost married… and would now likely face in battle.

Dev.

Her ex-fiancé.

Her curse.

A bitter expression touched her lips.

If she had ended him back then—

Maybe none of this would be happening.

She had shattered Brahmastra in desperation to stop him, but it cursed him by sealing him, and it cursed her with immortality in return.

A fitting punishment, perhaps.

Eternal life, forever carrying the weight of an unfinished war and a broken heart.

She exhaled slowly, the screens blurring in her vision for a moment—

Until a sudden memory surfaced.

A quieter time.

A rare moment of peace.

FLASHBACK...

Back when Rudra, Ravi, Tarun, and Rohit had gone to Ayenpuram,

She and the others stayed back at the hotel.

One day at afternoon, they had gathered in the courtyard for a yoga and meditation session.

She remembered how the breeze had felt—

Cool, clean, and calm.

Guru Arvind's voice had floated through the silence like a ripple in still water.

"____"

"Close your eyes. Calm your mind,"

He had said.

"I will speak a word. The first person who appears in your mind—that is the place they hold in your heart."

Amirtha had obeyed, letting her thoughts settle.

Her breath slowed.

He spoke the first word.

"Friend."

Anvi's face appeared instantly—

Loyal, ever-supportive.

Next came,

"Companion."

Junoo's face emerged, solid and dependable.

Then,

"Enemy."

No hesitation.

Dev.

His face was cold, hateful, and unforgiving.

Then came the final word,

"Love."

And suddenly—

Without warning or logic—

Rudra's face appeared.

Her eyes had snapped open, breath caught in her chest.

"____"

Not Dev.

Not anyone from her long, tangled past.

But Rudra.

She hadn't understood it at the time.

It felt absurd.

Confusing.

Even shameful.

But Guru Arvind's calm voice had echoed then.

"These faces are not your choices. They are your truths. Your heart speaks clearly than your mind ever can."

FLASHBACK ENDS...

Now, back in the surveillance room, Amirtha blinked back into the present.

She glanced at Junoo—

Focused, serious—

And then let her eyes drift to the monitor that showed Rudra's team training in the open grounds below.

Her heart stirred.

She didn't smile.

Not yet.

But the tightness in her chest softened.

Whatever this war would bring… she knew where her heart stood now.

In Guru Arvind's room, far from the noise and shifting alliances outside, Guru Arvind sat alone—

The walls were silent, but his focus was solely on what rested in his weathered palms.

A broken fragment.

The once-glorious Brahmastra—

Now, a little more than a shard of divine ruin—

Glimmered faintly in the half-light, pulsing like a sleeping ember.

Its jagged edge still hummed with ancient power, restrained but angry.

Untamed.

For years, he and others protected it and kept it hidden.

Finally, it acknowledged and accepted someone.

Ever since the Trial of Three Years had begun, he had withheld it—

Not because he lacked faith in Rudra, but because the Brahmansh Council insisted on caution, on ceremony, on "readiness."

And now… the council was gone.

Dev's chaos had shattered it, just as this weapon had once shattered peace.

Guru Arvind exhaled deeply, his eyes never leaving the shard.

"____"

"This was never just a weapon."

He murmured.

"It was a vow… a burden… and a hope."

He rose slowly, his robes whispering across the stone floor.

The shard remained in his grip like a living thing.

"For too long, it was wielded by men who wanted to protect... who sought to control it… bind it… exploit it,"

He continued, his voice low and firm.

"But Rudra... you are different. Not because of your strength... but because chosen by Brahmastra."

He moved toward the locked chest near his bedside and opened it with a quiet click.

Inside lay a small wooden box, its interior lined with threads of enchanted silk.

Carefully, reverently, he placed the shard within.

"As of today,"

He said softly to no one,

"This no longer belongs to the shadows of the past."

He shut the box and tied it with a crimson ribbon.

"It belongs to the future. To Rudra."

As he stepped out of the room, the weight of centuries behind him and the uncertain dawn ahead, Guru Arvind's expression was calm… but resolute.

The wind was gentle, rustling the treetops of Ooty like whispers in prayer.

Stars blinked faintly above, as if peeking between veils of drifting mist.

Rudra stood silently at the edge of the balcony, his arms resting on the stone railing, eyes locked onto the distant horizon.

"____"

The town below was quiet—

But only on the surface.

Beneath that calm, tensions simmered.

The pieces were moving, alliances forming, enemies lurking.

The storm was approaching.

And he… he was at the centre of it all.

"Thinking too much for a boy your age,"

Came the familiar voice behind him, soft but grounded like stone against river current.

Rudra turned his head.

Guru Arvind stood in the doorway, arms behind his back, his expression unreadable.

But Rudra saw it—

He always did—

The subtle worry in the old man's eyes.

"Hard not to,"

Rudra replied.

"Somehow... I feel like I was always meant to walk into it."

Guru Arvind stepped forward slowly, standing beside him now, looking at the same stars.

"There are many kinds of power, Rudra. But few are born with the burden of choosing how to use it."

Rudra remained silent.

"____"

He didn't argue.

Because deep down, he understood—

He wasn't just fighting for himself anymore.

His very presence could tip the scales between survival and annihilation.

Guru Arvind reached into his robe and pulled out a box—

Elegant, small, tied with a crimson ribbon.

He handed it over without another word.

Rudra looked at it, puzzled.

"What's this?"

"A responsibility long overdue,"

The guru said simply, his voice distant.

With that, he turned to leave, his footsteps fading into the night behind Rudra.

The silence lingered.

"____"

Rudra stood frozen for a moment, then sat on the edge of the balcony railing and slowly untied the ribbon.

The box creaked open.

His breath caught.

Inside, resting on enchanted silk, was a glowing fragment—

One that pulsed with energy, completely different from the others he had once absorbed.

This wasn't the overwhelming rage of Destruction, nor the quiet resilience of Preservation.

No. This was something else entirely.

Creation.

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