Ninefold_Sage

The world you know is a lie.

Veer was born in the slums, mocked for his weak spirit, destined to be nothing. But when he awakens the Vajra Fragments, the truth unravels—he’s not just a warrior. He’s a living key to an ancient power that should not exist.

The prestigious Jyotirlinga Academy claims to train the strongest, but beneath its walls lies a secret: those with Vajra Fragments are not trained… they are sacrificed.

But the biggest lie?

The Vajra was never destroyed—it became a person.

The world already ended once—now, it's just an illusion.

And the ones pulling the strings? They have been waiting for him.


When betrayal shatters his reality, Veer must forge his own path—through lost temples, ancient wars, and a hidden truth that could burn the heavens themselves.

In a world built on deception, will he break free… or become its greatest weapon?


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Ashes of the Vajra

The cold night wind howled through the empty streets of Kashindrapura as Veer moved swiftly, his hood pulled low to hide his face. The ruined temple lay beyond the city's outer walls, a place few dared to visit.

Legends spoke of it being cursed—of whispers in the wind and shadows that moved on their own. But Veer wasn't afraid of curses. He was one.

The memory of the strange girl's words lingered in his mind.

His grip tightened around the Mantra Core tucked inside his robes. He needed answers.

As he neared the ruins, a strange sensation crawled up his spine. The air grew thick, charged with an invisible force. The temple stood before him, its once-grand pillars now cracked and broken, overgrown with vines. Faint symbols glowed on the stone, pulsating as if they were alive.

The voice echoed from the darkness.

Veer turned, his eyes landing on the girl from before. She leaned against a fallen pillar, arms crossed, watching him with an amused expression.

"You never told me your name," Veer said.

Veer didn't respond, waiting for her to speak.

Riya sighed and gestured to the temple walls. "Tell me, Ashborn—what do you know about the Vajra?"

Veer frowned. "It was destroyed long ago."

Riya walked toward the center of the ruins, running her fingers over the inscriptions. "The Vajra wasn't destroyed. It was… transformed."

"That's not what the Academy teaches."

Riya scoffed. "And you believe them?" She turned to him, eyes gleaming. "Do you know why Ashborn are hated? Why the Academy refuses to acknowledge their existence?"

"Because you're not a mistake." Her voice was quiet but firm. "You are the key."

She pointed at the Mantra Core in his hands. "That fragment—it's reacting to you. Because it's part of what you truly are."

Veer felt a pulse of energy from the core, its inscriptions glowing brighter.

Then, the ground beneath them trembled.

A deep, guttural growl echoed from the darkness.

Riya's expression darkened. "We're not alone."

From the temple's depths, something emerged.

A creature—no, a guardian—its body wrapped in ancient chains, its hollow eyes burning with violet flames. It stepped forward, the ruins shaking under its presence.

Because in that moment, a flood of memories—not his own—rushed into his mind.

Visions of a world before this one. A battle long forgotten. And at the center of it all… himself.

The creature roared, its chains shattering.

Veer's fate had been set in motion.

Chapter 9: The Ruins of Truth