Awakening to a New Life

Ravan's consciousness drifted in darkness. Faint echoes of memories swirled around him—his past life as the Ashra King, the battle against gods, the betrayal, the divine arrow piercing his chest.

And then—his new life.

A second chance.

His eyes fluttered open.

The first thing he noticed was the familiar ceiling of his small bedroom. The dim light from the evening sun filtered through the window. The scent of home—of cooked rice, spices, and incense—filled the air.

He was alive.

For a moment, he lay still, processing everything. His body ached, but the overwhelming power from earlier was gone. It was as if his body had sealed itself, preventing him from unleashing his full strength.

"You're finally awake, huh?"

Ravan turned his head toward the voice.

Sitting beside him was a tall young man with golden eyes and a confident smirk. His sharp features and well-built physique radiated strength. He wore a black leather jacket over a casual shirt, but there was something unmistakably regal about him.

Ravan knew him.

Radheya.

The reincarnation of Karnan, his closest friend and strongest warrior from his past life.

"About time," Radheya said, leaning back in his chair. "I was starting to think you'd sleep for another century."

Before Ravan could respond, another voice cut in.

"Oi, oi! Don't hog the moment, Radheya!"

A wild-haired boy suddenly jumped onto the bed, grinning ear to ear. His eyes burned with a fiery glow, and his energy was almost childlike in excitement.

Akil.

The reincarnation of Nezha, the fiery war god, and the most unpredictable fighter in their group.

"You really had us worried, man!" Akil said, playfully punching Ravan's arm. "That explosion you caused? Insane! I knew you were special, but damn!"

Ravan blinked, still adjusting. "So… you both knew?"

Radheya nodded. "Not at first. But lately, we started remembering things, just like you."

Akil pumped his fist. "And now we're back, baby! The strongest warriors in history, reunited!"

A soft cough interrupted them.

Turning toward the doorway, Ravan saw his mother standing there, her eyes full of concern. She was a simple woman, always hardworking, always kind. Behind her, his little sister peeked inside, her face filled with curiosity.

"Ravan," his mother said gently. "Are you okay?"

Something in his chest tightened.

Despite everything—the memories, the battles, the power—this was his real family in this life. They had taken care of him, loved him, raised him as their own.

He nodded. "Yeah, Mom. I'm okay."

His mother sighed in relief. "Good. You collapsed in the middle of the street. Thank God someone brought you home."

Ravan's mind flashed back to the last moment before blacking out.

"My rival… welcome back."

His heart skipped a beat.

Lucifer.

The realization hit him. The one who had been watching him all this time, the one who had saved him, was none other than his eternal rival.

And now, everything was set into motion.

The past had returned.

The war was about to begin again.