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Chapter 172 - Chapter 173: Awakening the Ancient

The brilliance of the relic's light consumed the air, blinding Kalki as the ground trembled beneath him. The stones surrounding the relic began to pulse in sync with its energy, each one illuminating the ancient runes carved deep within. The hum in the air grew louder, almost deafening.

Kalki stood in the eye of the storm, his senses overwhelmed. His hand gripped his sword's hilt instinctively, though there was no enemy here—only the ancient forces at play. The light surged, and for a moment, he felt weightless, as if his body was being pulled into the very essence of the relic.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, soft yet commanding.

"त्वममर्त्यानां बन्धः, तुमेव संहारकः।" ("You are the bond of immortals, and their destroyer alike.")

Kalki's breath hitched. The words vibrated through him, carrying a gravity that felt timeless, as if spoken from the dawn of creation. The Sanskrit verse lingered in his mind as another burst of energy erupted from the relic, sending shockwaves through the ground.

Parashurama stood just beyond the circle of stones, watching with unflinching calm, his arms crossed over his chest. He had witnessed this awakening before, and though Kalki was still in the early stages of his journey, he knew the boy would need to face the trials ahead with far more than just brute strength.

The hum shifted into a melodic chant, ancient and unknown. Kalki's vision blurred, and before he could react, the world around him faded, pulling him into a memory—one not his own.

A Vision of the Past

Kalki found himself standing on a battlefield, the stench of death and decay thick in the air. The sky was a burning red, clouds of ash and smoke swirling in the wind. Bodies lay scattered across the blood-soaked earth, warriors clad in ancient armor, their faces frozen in their final moments of agony.

In the distance, a towering figure stood amidst the carnage, his armor gleaming with dark energy. His eyes glowed with a malevolent power, and in his hand, he wielded a weapon that radiated the same sinister energy as the relic.

Kalki knew instantly who it was.

Kali.

But this was not the Kali he had heard about in stories—this was something far worse. The embodiment of destruction, madness, and chaos. Kali strode across the battlefield, his mere presence warping the world around him, turning life into death, order into disorder.

Kalki's heart pounded in his chest. He tried to move, but his legs felt anchored to the ground. He could only watch as Kali unleashed his fury, tearing through soldiers and kings alike with terrifying ease.

"Is this the future?" Kalki muttered, his voice shaking.

Suddenly, a hand gripped his shoulder. He spun around to see an old man, his face gaunt and weathered, yet his eyes gleamed with wisdom. The man wore simple robes, but Kalki recognized the power that emanated from him—it was Lord Brahma.

"Not the future," Brahma said, his voice echoing with divine authority. "This is the past. The first war between gods and men."

Kalki blinked in disbelief. "The first war?"

Brahma nodded solemnly. "Before the cycle of Yugas began, before mankind was blessed with the knowledge of dharma. The war that set the stage for the darkness that now seeps into your age, the Kali Yuga."

Kalki turned back to the battlefield, watching Kali's rampage with horror. "Is this my destiny? To face him?"

Brahma's expression softened. "Your destiny is intertwined with his. You are his counterpart—the one destined to bring balance. But the outcome is not yet written. You have much to learn, Kalki."

The battlefield blurred again, and suddenly Kalki was standing before an enormous tree, its roots twisting deep into the earth, its branches reaching far into the heavens. The air around it buzzed with divine energy. At its base stood a small altar, upon which rested a glowing relic—the same one he now carried.

"This tree..." Kalki whispered.

Brahma smiled faintly. "The Tree of Life. It holds the essence of all creation, the source of all power. Your relic was born from its roots, given form by the gods to be wielded by the chosen one."

Kalki stared at the relic, feeling its immense power more acutely than ever before. "But why me? Why was I chosen?"

Brahma's eyes darkened with understanding. "Because you have the strength to resist what so many before you could not—corruption. Power without wisdom leads to ruin. You are not just the destroyer, Kalki. You are the preserver. The world will need both to survive."

The vision shattered like glass, and Kalki was thrust back into the present, his body collapsing to the ground as the energy from the relic subsided. He gasped for air, his chest heaving, his mind racing with the weight of what he had just witnessed.

Parashurama knelt beside him, his expression unreadable. "You've seen it now, haven't you? The true nature of your path."

Kalki struggled to his feet, his legs trembling beneath him. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his heart still pounding in his chest. "I saw Kali… I saw the war. The devastation."

Parashurama's gaze hardened. "And now you understand. This is not just a battle for survival, Kalki. This is a battle for the very soul of humanity."

Kalki clenched his fists, the weight of the relic in his hand feeling heavier than ever before. He had always known his journey was one of great importance, but now he saw it for what it truly was—a war between light and darkness, between creation and destruction.

"I will face him," Kalki said, his voice steady despite the storm within him. "But I need to be ready."

Parashurama nodded, his respect for Kalki growing. "You will be. But first, you must master the power within you. The relic is only the beginning."

Kalki stared at the stones surrounding him, the ancient ruins now silent once more. He had come far, but the path ahead was long and perilous. He knew now that he wasn't just fighting for himself, but for the future of the world.

As the first raindrops of the impending storm began to fall, Kalki raised his eyes to the horizon, his resolve hardening.

He was ready for whatever came next.