NshedRana

In the ancient lands inspired by historical Nepal, where gods are revered and empires rise and fall, Shree Yan emerges as a man burdened by tragedy and driven by vengeance. Once a kind-hearted boy, he is shaped into a cunning, ruthless seeker of power after witnessing the murder of his mother at the hands of the Gautam kingdom. Rejecting the gods, he instead embraces the teachings of Buddha and seeks to escape the illusionary world through the path of immortality.

Shree Yan's journey begins with his pursuit of forbidden cultivation techniques, each offering immense power at a devastating cost to his humanity. Along the way, he assembles a following, creating his own sect from outcasts and rebels disillusioned by the tyranny of the Gautam kingdom. However, his rise to power comes with betrayal and bloodshed, forcing him to walk a path where trust is fleeting and alliances are fragile.

Shidhara Gautami, the Gautam princess, remains an unwavering presence in Shree Yan's life. Despite his descent into darkness, she believes in the goodness that once defined him and desires to see him return to his childhood self. Her love and loyalty become a source of conflict for Shree Yan, as he questions whether he is capable of redemption or whether his destiny is to become the very thing he despises.

Opposing him are powerful enemies: King Rajendra Gautam, who sees Shree Yan as a threat to his throne; Arindam, a rival cultivator with a vision of power rooted in preservation; and Kaliyan, a dark sorcerer who seeks to bend Shree Yan to his will. These adversaries challenge Shree Yan not only in strength but in ideology, forcing him to confront the morality of his actions and the consequences of his ambition.

As Shree Yan ascends through the stages of cultivation—mastering the elements, shadows, souls, and even time itself—he is haunted by the growing cost of his power. His sect fractures under the weight of his ruthless decisions, and he faces betrayal by those he once trusted, including his former mentor, Kiran Gopal. Through all this, Shree Yan remains relentless, driven by his ultimate goal: to destroy the Gautam kingdom, avenge his mother, and transcend the illusionary world to achieve eternal life.

But as Shree Yan nears the peak of his power, he begins to question the meaning of his quest. Is immortality truly freedom, or is it a prison of loneliness and regret? In his pursuit of revenge and transcendence, has he become the very monster he once vowed to destroy?

Destiny of Immortality is a tale of ambition, betrayal, and the search for meaning in a world where power comes at a heavy price. It explores the duality of human nature, the fragility of trust, and the ultimate question: Is destiny something to be embraced or defied?

Destiny Of Immortality

"Blood upon stone, fate upon blade,

Forsaken by light, embraced by the night,

Thus is the path of the ones who fight."

Tara's breathing was steady, her heartbeat slow. She no longer felt like herself.

Something had changed the moment she accepted the darkness. The fire in her soul was not hers alone anymore—it belonged to something far greater, far older.

She could still feel the lingering presence of the Abyss, whispering in the spaces between her thoughts. It did not control her. It did not command her.

Shree Yan studied her, his red eyes unreadable.

Tara clenched her fist. Darkness coiled around her fingers, responding to her will like a living thing.

Shree Yan's expression did not change, but she could sense his approval.

"The weak struggle against the Abyss," he said. "The strong accept it."

Tara looked at him, the weight of her transformation settling onto her shoulders.

She had stepped beyond the threshold of humanity.

Shree Yan turned away, his white hair catching the faint glow of the torches lining the underground hall.

"Come," he said. "It is time to take your oath."

Tara followed him through the dark corridors of the ruined temple, her steps silent. She was no longer a mere rebel. She was something else. Something more.

At the heart of the temple lay a circular chamber, ancient symbols carved into the stone walls. At its center stood a single black altar, old as the night itself.

Shree Yan stepped forward, placing his hand upon the altar. The markings on the stone pulsed with a deep crimson light, as if drinking in his presence.

Tara felt the weight of the moment.

Shree Yan turned to face her. "Kneel."

His voice was quiet, yet it filled the chamber like the whisper of fate itself.

"Do you swear to cast aside your past, your name, and your soul?"

Tara closed her eyes. She thought of her old self—the girl who had fought for a broken kingdom, who had dreamed of freedom.

"Do you swear to follow the path of power, no matter where it leads?"

She had already stepped beyond morality. There was no turning back.

"Do you swear loyalty to me, until the stars wither and time itself is no more?"

Tara looked up at him, her eyes burning with a new fire.

The moment the words left her lips, the altar pulsed violently. Shadows spilled from its surface, swirling around her like living ink.

The darkness seeped into her skin, carving its mark upon her soul.

In her place, a new being was born.

Shree Yan gazed down at her, a smirk playing at his lips.

Tara—no, Ranya—stood, feeling the power humming beneath her skin.

Oath of the Forsaken