Prologue: The Forgotten Realms

The world had long forgotten its purpose.

The heavens, once a sanctuary of wisdom and justice, had become a battlefield where gods and demons waged war. The lands of mortals, once guided by celestial hands, had been left to decay—abandoned to the ambitions of kings and the whispers of unseen forces.

The gods had turned their eyes toward battle, and in their absence, the world suffered.

The Gods' War and the Abandonment of Mortals

Once, the Devas had been the keepers of cosmic order, their radiance illuminating the path of Dharma. Indra, their king, ruled from Amaravati, the golden city of the heavens, where celestial rivers flowed with the essence of life itself. He wielded the Vajra, the thunderbolt of righteousness, striking down the wicked with unshakable authority.

But the Devas had grown restless.

They saw the rise of new threats—Asuras seeking vengeance, forgotten titans awakening, and realms collapsing into chaos. Their battles stretched across lokas unseen, through cosmic waters where forgotten beings stirred in slumber.

And so, their attention drifted away from the mortal world.

Men prayed, but their voices met only silence. The blessings of the past grew faint, and temples became hollow shells of lost devotion. Without divine guidance, kingdoms turned upon each other, warring for power that no longer held meaning. Dharma, once upheld by the gods themselves, became a distant memory.

The world waited.

Waited for a savior. For an omen. For the return of the celestial order.

And yet, even the greatest Rishis—those who could see beyond time—spoke only in riddles.

For something deeper than war was stirring.

A Shadow in the Cosmic Depths

Beyond the heavenly palaces and the mortal realms, past the furthest reaches of existence, there were things even the gods did not understand.

There were places where the laws of the cosmos twisted and frayed, where forgotten beings whispered in languages older than light. It was in these depths that Varunasura stirred—a being whose power rivaled the ancient gods themselves.

He had once been known as a lord of the seas, a guardian of cosmic waters, but time had twisted him into something else.

Something dark.

Something endless.

And now, from the depths of the forgotten realms, his war had begun.

Not just upon the Devas. Not just upon the Asuras.

But upon the entire fabric of existence.

A Mortal Caught in the Tides of Fate

Far from the celestial battles, beyond the reach of the gods' war, a boy wandered the ruins of a forgotten kingdom.

He did not know his destiny.

He did not know the war that raged above.

He only knew hunger. Cold. The feeling of being watched.

The forests whispered secrets older than man. The mountains loomed, their silent peaks hiding ancient truths. And somewhere, far beyond his understanding, a force greater than any god or demon had begun to take notice.

His journey would not begin with prophecy.

Nor with divine decree.

But with a single step into the unknown.