The First Breath

Before Grand Dao even acted, he heard something, an sound that vibrated not through air, but through existence itself.

The young man gave it only a fleeting glance before he spoke a single word:

"Stop."

The command echoed throughout the Chaotic Universe and instantly, a Supreme Will carried the order across all realms.

Time and space froze.

The entire universe halted in one singular moment.

The cycle of life and death came to a complete standstill. Every being, caught in the eternal river of time, was now frozen—trapped in a single, unmoving moment.

The very concepts of Cause and effect, karma and consequence were stop. Every action, good or evil, was erased. All beings, no matter what life they had led, were returned to a blank slate.

This one word, one command, showed the terrifying power of the young man. 

Only two entities fully grasped what this meant: the Eye of the Grand Dao and the shadow in the room where Abhimanyu had just been born.

Neither of them could intervene. All they could do was watch.

The young man, now entirely unrestrained, began to rewrite the very essence of the Chaotic Universe. The laws of existence bent to his will.

But why?

All of this… was for a newborn child in the Trilok.

Abhimanyu.

To protect him, the young man erased the memories of all living beings. even the rulers of Shashwat Jagat. He wiped the awareness of the Eye of Heavenly Dao. Even the Eye of the Grand Dao itself was not spared. Time was rewound to the moment of the child's birth, and Abhimanyu was granted a recognized identity, one accepted by the universe itself.

The only being not affected by this cosmic reset was the shadow. But even he, while aware of the young man's interference, could only guess at the full extent of his power. The gap between them was too vast.

 Still, he could infer the general outcome and the identity of the Supreme Being.

A thin smile curled across the he's lips as he murmured to himself,

"So, that's what happened. Now it all makes sense."

The shadow turned his gaze towards the supreme being and spoke with quiet conviction:

"I will be the last winner."

Having completed his task, the young man turned his attention to the newborn child. He cast one final, meaningful glance at the shadow, then smiled slightly and said:

"The journey has begun."

He was resided in a strange and timeless place, a realm where all concepts existed simultaneously. It was a place where space, time, matter, energy, life, death, reality, dreams, and even the unknown coexisted.

In that realm, every known and unknown concept merged into one. and with that they disappear without leaving any track behind.

The shadow, still within the Shiromani Clan's inner sanctum, watches Abhimanyu take his first breath.

The moment Abhimanyu was born, he didn't cry. The memories of his past life held him in silence. His eyes do not flail like an infant's. They open slowly, as if waking from a Deep sleep.

Arjun rushed into the room to see his newborn son. There, he found his wife gently cradling the baby. his large black eyes held a hidden depth and an otherworldly calmness.

Subhdra, his wife as powerful as Arjun himself, looked slightly pale. The toll of a grueling seven-year pregnancy was written on her face.

Arjun knelt beside Subhdra, resting a hand on her shoulder. The child lay peacefully between them, swaddled in soft white cloth.

Soon, the elders of the clan arrived, their murmurs of awe filling the room as they gathered to behold their young master.

Among the arriving elders, there was 10 years old boy name Neel. 

His eyes sparkled as he gazed at the infant.

"Aunty," Neel said, his voice full of excitement, "how about I whisper the Gayatri Mantra in my brother's ear? It'll bless him, won't it?"

Arjun's lips curved into a warm smile, and Subhadra, her eyes shining, replied, "That's a wonderful idea, Neel. Let your voice be the first he hears"

Neel carefully approached the newborn, leaning in to whisper the sacred Gayatri Mantra softly into Abhimanyu's ear.

The other clan elders offered their heartfelt congratulations to the clan master and madam, their faces alight with joy and quiet reverence for the remarkable infant.

"Husband, what shall we name him?" she asked softly.

Arjun hesitated a while, then said:

Arjun hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I don't think I should name him. Maybe… we should ask my father."

"But Father-in-law has been meditating in the Supreme Elder Cottage for years," she said. "He hasn't come out in a long time. Do we really need to disturb him now?"

Arjun paused, considering her words. She was right. After all his father had been in seclusion for centuries, only appearing when something truly important demanded his attention.

Just as he was about to settle on a name himself, a powerful, domineering laugh echoed through the Shiromani Clan estate.

An old man stepped into the room.