Upon a desolate field of ruin amidst the ash and cries of the fallen, Blackcurst, the Puaka King, bellowed his defiance. Deep and guttural, his voice echoed like the groaning of ancient mountains.
"This is not the end, Celestrias!" He thundered as the dark Shakti writhed about him in turbulent waves.
"I shall return, and the stars themselves shall bow to me!"
Then, with a final roar, he was consumed by the swirling abyss, leaving behind naught but shattered lives and the bitter taste of vengeance unfulfilled.
The elder seers had long foretold this age: a force that would rise to consume the galaxy's light, darkness born from dead evil souls.
As the galaxy teems with life, a vibrant tapestry woven from countless threads, this prophecy unfolds before their eyes.
Among the most prominent are the Celestrias, beings of peace and tranquility who dwell in the skies above.
They command advanced technology and have mastered the control of Shakti—an ethereal force that flows through all living things, granting strength, resilience, and the potential for unique abilities.
Beneath their celestial domains lived the Atman, the children of living planets.
Humans are but one kind of Atman, for on countless worlds across the galaxy, other forms thrive, each with their unique appearances and names.
On a frigid planet in the far north dwells the Albien.
Their scales shimmer, reflecting the icy blues and whites of their surroundings as they move seamlessly between land and water, their thick hides protecting them from the biting cold.
Adorned with elegant, swirling horns, the Albien are a serene and contemplative people, deeply connected to the rhythms of nature.
With a profound understanding of the natural world, they possess exceptional skills in meditation and herbalism. Among the Atman, their lifespans are the longest.
To the south, on a world of stark beauty and technological marvels, where metallic cities pierce the clouds like glittering daggers, reside the Menxtrok.
Menxtrok's faces were devoid of mouths, ears, or noses. Their black eyes, wide and unblinking, seemed to flicker with unspoken thoughts, intricate patterns of communication dancing between them.
With sleek, metallic limbs and cratered, azure skin, they are the most intelligent of the Atman.
The desolate, windswept world on the western fringes of the galaxy is home to the Weregron.
These hulking creatures, with their thick fur and mosaic of animal features, are perfectly adapted to their harsh environment. As skilled hunters and warriors, they easily navigate the towering mountains and unforgiving terrain.
Throughout the Atman, the Weregron was a formidable presence.
The Atman, oblivious to the spark within, wanders through life, unaware of the power that courses through their veins.
A shadow lurks amidst this diversity. Born from the nefarious energies of deceased Atman souls, the Darkseed is a terrifying perversion of life.
Like the Celestrias, they possess the ability to manipulate Shakti, but they twist it into a force of darkness and destruction. Driven by a thirst for domination, the Darkseed plots to seize control of the planets within their respective regions.
The Puaka, a formidable Darkseed species from the Eastern region, is the first to initiate this malevolent campaign. Their king, Blackcurst, harbors an even greater ambition: to become the supreme ruler of all Darkseed and plunge the entire galaxy into eternal darkness, extinguishing the light of civilization like a snuffed candle.
Conversely, the Bunian, mystical entities, weave vibrant realms within alternate dimensions. Within these realms, the universe's rules bend, and Shakti, the lifeblood of many beings, holds no sway.
It is where light and dark power are rendered inert, leaving only the essence of existence. They offer sanctuary to the lost, exist in harmony, and are untouched by the conflicts that rage beyond their borders.
The Bunian chooses neutrality, embodying balance in a universe teetering on the brink of war, a still point in a turning world.
King Awan, ruler of the Eastern Celestrias, stands as a bulwark against the Puaka's insidious schemes to corrupt human minds and seize their world.
A cataclysmic battle erupts on Earth, leaving a gruesome scar on the land.
Aided by Kshatriya, an elite warrior diversion, Awan vanquishes the Darkseed and decimates the Puaka forces. But the conquests come at a heavy cost. Thousands of Celestrias warriors perish, and Awan himself suffers grievous wounds.
To compound the tragedy, Blackcurst escapes with his generals, Dir Nuzam and Guranba, vowing to return and engulf the galaxy in darkness.
Fearing the corrupting influence of the lingering dark orbs, Awan commanded that the cursed land be sundered from the Earth and lifted into their celestial domain, shielding the world below.
Skyrea, a majestic Celestrias airship, carrying the war survivors back to their homeland. Their arrival sparked jubilation among the people, who hailed them as heroes. Yet, despite the victory, the joy was tempered by the grief of those who had lost loved ones—a void that no amount of reparations could ever honestly fill.
While celebrations and mourning continue, Awan, still grappling with his injuries, retreats to the Realm of the King to seek healing.
He tasks Kshatriya with the critical mission of investigating the remaining Puaka on Earth and searching for Blackcurst's hideout.
To aid in this endeavor, Awan appoints his trusted secretary, Ria—a former Kshatriya herself—to be his eyes and ears.
"Let none of the Puaka's movements go unnoticed," the king's weary yet resolute voice echoes in Ria's mind through the floating mirror embedded in his royal crown. "The darkness lingers. We must act swiftly."
"It will be done, my king," Ria assures him.
In response to Awan's command, Ria relays the instructions to Purba, the leader of the Kshatriyas.
Purba carefully selects a team of six Kshatriyas from the thirteen available for this perilous mission.
Among those chosen are Purnama and Suria, the Celestial Twins, renowned for their complementary skills and unwavering bond.
And so, with hearts burdened by foreboding and courage tempered by fire, they prepare to embark into a dark and uncertain dawn, where destiny awaited in the shadowed corners of the cosmos…