Village to Town.
Manas's village could be called "Devdhar" — a name that carries a spiritual essence, meaning "abode of the divine." Devdhar is a small, humble village surrounded by dense forests and overlooked by tall mountains, where the people live simple lives, close to nature. This setting would reflect the origins of Manas's journey, where he first trained in the mysteries of the chakras and vidyas under his mother's care and later under Rudra's guidance.
When Manas turned 18, he had grown into a disciplined young man, knowledgeable about all the chakras and the wisdom of the ancient vidyas. His years of training and hardship had transformed him into a mature, compassionate person. One morning, as they sat together in the forest clearing after training, Lord Shani, still appearing as Rudra, looked at Manas with a sense of pride—and a hint of sadness.
"Manas," Lord Shani began, his voice steady but solemn, "my time here with you is coming to an end. I have taught you everything I could. Now, the journey ahead is yours alone."
Manas looked up in surprise, a mix of emotions flashing across his face. "What? You're leaving?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry and sadness. "You've been like a big brother to me, Rudra… don't go. I need you."
Lord Shani placed a hand on Manas's shoulder, his expression both proud and understanding. "My purpose here is almost complete, Manas. I have only a short time left in your life. But know this—I am always with you in spirit. If you ever truly need me, just call, and I will come."
Manas looked down, struggling to accept this. "But I want you to stay," he said softly, holding back his emotions. "You're my guide, my teacher."
Shani's face softened, and he gave a rare, gentle smile. "That guidance is now in you. You've grown into a man with purpose, integrity, and strength. Remember what I've taught you, and you'll never be alone."
With that, Lord Shani gave him a final nod, turned, and began walking into the shadows of the forest. Manas watched, feeling a profound emptiness as his master and mentor slowly disappeared from view. But he also felt something else—a deep, unwavering strength growing within him, a reminder that Rudra would always be part of him, no matter where he went.
Now, with Rudra gone, Manas faced life on his own, determined to continue his training and put his skills to use. One day, as he practiced alone in the forest, he overheard news from some travelers about a nearby kingdom. They spoke of a new decree from the king: he was seeking powerful warriors, skilled in rare vidyas, to defend the kingdom and protect its people from growing threats.
This news stirred something in Manas. "A protector of the people," he thought, considering the king's call. It reminded him of Rudra's words, that true strength lies in helping others and defending those who cannot defend themselves. He knew this was a chance to use his abilities for something greater than himself.
With a quiet determination, Manas decided to go to the kingdom and offer his service. He knew that, although he didn't possess the usual powers others had, his mastery of the chakras and the physical and mental discipline he'd achieved under Rudra's guidance would make him a unique warrior.
And so, with a heart full of purpose, he began his journey to the kingdom, ready to prove himself, protect the innocent, and perhaps one day become the "Paramadhikari" — the great guardian — that his mentor believed he could be.
Going on Path...
As Manas decided to leave for the competition, whispers and chuckles filled the air around him. Villagers watched him gather his things, shaking their heads with smirks.
"Look at him," one man muttered, "the boy who never had any real powers is going to compete. Does he think he can fool the kingdom with his dreams?"
"Poor lad," another sneered, "he'll return as quickly as he left, once they see how weak he is."
But Manas kept his focus, ignoring their laughter. He understood their words came from doubt, something he'd faced all his life. Clutching his small pack, he looked around his village, Devdhar, one last time, feeling both a sense of sadness and determination. He took a deep breath, whispered to himself, "I believe in me," and set off on the winding path toward the competition.
Manas set out for Nexia, the renowned village known far and wide for its magical competitions. This event was organized by the king himself, drawing together the most powerful judges, Siddha-purushas and Siddha-strees, who had perfected their respective vidyas through years of disciplined training. Captains from every town arrived to witness the display of new and unique vidyas and to find those worthy of serving the kingdom.
As Manas approached the village, he could feel the energy and excitement in the air. He knew that each competitor would bring their best, displaying powerful abilities he could only imagine. For Manas, this competition was more than just a test; it was an opportunity to prove his worth, silence the voices of doubt, and fulfill his purpose.
There introduction of King and Captain.
Town Captains
Nexia - Kian
Flamebrook - Zara
Prowess - Ryder
Celestia - Elara
Aethera - Jax
Tranquil Grove - Aria
Blazewood - Neo
Windmere - Skye
Lumos - Ravi
Havenwood - Lyra
King of Vajramukhi : King Ayaan
Nexia Town Arrived Manass.
Manas stood at the entrance of the competition, feeling the weight of the moment. The aura of the captains around him radiated with Maha Shakti—supreme power. . As he looked around, he noticed the diverse talents on display—fire swirling in one captain's hands, water cascading effortlessly from another, while yet another summoned gusts of wind that danced playfully around him. He watched as the king, a figure of immense strength, surveyed the gathering crowd. Fear gripped him as he noticed the many competitors, each wielding impressive vidyas.
Just then, a voice called out from behind him. "Hey, bro! What's up? My name's Arin. I'm from Nexia village. Where are you coming from?"
Manas turned to see a muscular boy approaching, a friendly smile on his face.
"I'm from Devdhar," Manas replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Devdhar? Sorry, bro, I don't know much about that village," Arin said, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
"No problem, bro. It's a small place," Manas said, shrugging off the comment, though he couldn't help but feel a bit overshadowed.
Arin's eyes lit up as he studied Manas's physique. "Hey, I'm impressed! You look strong. What are you training for?"
Manas felt a surge of confidence at the compliment. "I'm here for the competition, just like you. I'm hoping to prove myself."
"Awesome! I think you've got what it takes," Arin said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Let's show them what we're made of!"
With a newfound sense of camaraderie, Manas smiled back, grateful for the unexpected support. As the crowd buzzed with excitement, he felt a little less alone in this sea of powerful competitors. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Captain Zara!!
Lord Shani observed from afar, watching Manas with a quiet pride. He could see the spark of growth in Manas, now accompanied by a good friend. Manas was moving forward, with courage and purpose.
Just then, a sudden hush fell over the arena. The crowd's attention was drawn to a tall figure walking toward the center stage. Clad in fiery armor with an intense gaze, Captain Zara, leader of Flamebrook, announced herself.
Her voice rang out confidently, "Listen up, everyone! I am Zara, captain of Flamebrook, and I will be your first test." Her gaze swept across the assembled competitors, landing momentarily on Manas and Arin, who exchanged determined looks.
"This won't be a simple test. You'll face me in groups of five. Form your teams wisely—your unity and strategy will be tested. Only the group that can hold their ground against me will advance. Let's see what you're truly made of."
The competitors murmured amongst themselves, surprised by the challenge. Captain Zara was a Maha Shakti, a supreme power, and they'd heard stories of her exceptional fire vidyas.
Arin turned to Manas, eyes wide with excitement. "Manas, let's team up! If we can find three more strong fighters, we might stand a chance!"
Manas nodded, his mind racing. He could sense the aura of power Zara radiated, and it made him nervous—but also fired up.
Manas and Arin looked around, scanning the crowd of participants for potential teammates. They needed three more to complete their group of five, but they wanted allies who would complement their skills and stand a chance in the tough competition ahead.
Just then, a quiet yet determined-looking girl approached them. She had an intense gaze and carried herself with quiet confidence.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, nodding at Manas and Arin. "Name's Mira. I'm from Flamebrook. I may not be the strongest here, but I know how to think on my feet."
Manas glanced at Arin, who nodded approvingly. "Welcome, Mira!" Arin said with a grin. "That makes three of us."
The three continued their search until they spotted two other competitors, both looking as if they could handle a challenge. One of them was a tall, lean boy with a calm and focused demeanor. He introduced himself as Kai, hailing from Windmere. The last member was a broad-shouldered young man named Rian, from Prowess, who seemed eager for a challenge.
With their team of five finally assembled, Manas felt a new surge of confidence. He exchanged a determined look with each member. This was their team — united and ready for the trials ahead.