In the aftermath of the destroyed temple, Geto found himself catching his breath, his body weary from the intense battle against the formidable Ravana. The air was heavy with the scent of burnt wood and lingering energy, and the shattered remains of the once-sacred place bore witness to the clash between mortal and mythic.
As he stood amidst the rubble, Geto's gaze turned towards the Trisula, the divine trident that had aided him in his fight. Its tips still faintly glowed, as if echoing the power that had coursed through it. With a sigh, he watched as the trident's vibrations gradually subsided, returning it to its dormant state. A sense of accomplishment washed over him, knowing that he had emerged victorious.
Perched upon a fallen pillar, Geto's body sank onto the debris. A soft exhale escaped his lips as he wiped sweat from his brow. "Phew, mission accomplished," he muttered to himself, a mix of fatigue and satisfaction evident in his voice.
Yet, as he settled into his makeshift seat, a voice reached him, not from the surroundings, but from within his mind. It was Ian, his constant companion, inquiring about his plans. "So what's next? Are you just going to sit there?"
Geto's response was laced with a desire for respite. "Just let me relax for a while. After this, I've had my fill of India—for now. Perhaps I'll return in the future, but for the moment, I need to unwind."
Ian's voice echoed with agreement, yet his next words carried a note of caution. "Yeah, fair enough, but you were fortunate that Ravana appeared instead of Shiva."
Geto's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he recalled the intricacies of the divine realm. "Shiva wouldn't reveal himself so readily. The other pantheons might interpret it as a declaration of war and awaken in response. He couldn't risk showing himself, which is why he sent Ravana in his stead."
A note of skepticism tinged Ian's response. "How can you be so sure? You seem overly confident."
Leaning back against the rubble, Geto gazed at the starlit sky above. "Confidence isn't what drives me; it's understanding the patterns. There's a reason why the gods have refrained from meddling in human affairs. It's a power that managed to subdue even deities like Zeus and Shiva."
Ian's curiosity remained unabated. "And what do you believe caused the gods to withdraw? A sinister motive, perhaps?"
An inexplicable shiver ran down Geto's spine, as if an invisible presence had crept into the scene. He responded cautiously, "I can't say for certain. It might be Typhon, Ragnarok, or even the rapid advancement of human civilization. The possibilities are vast, but one thing's clear: whatever caused them to withdraw can't be benign."
As Geto contemplated, the sky seemed to shift, as though a vast dome encompassed him, shrinking his perspective. It was as if he was enclosed within a cosmic orb, a pawn under watchful eyes. And then, a voice, chilling and eerie, broke the silence.
"It seems he's becoming aware of the truth. How intriguing that consuming Ganesha granted him a glimpse," the voice mused with a sinister edge.
A chill ran down Geto's spine, his heart quickening as he felt a presence that defied explanation. Who was this mysterious figure, and what did they know about the enigmatic events unfolding?
Unseen by mortal eyes, the man's ominous laughter echoed across dimensions, a manifestation of unsettling knowledge and hidden intentions that loomed over the destiny of both gods and men.