Far beyond the clouds. The universe isn't just stars and empty space; it is divided into three great layers, like a house with three floors.
First, there is the Heavenly Realm, a place of pure light where the Gods live in peace. At the very bottom is the Demon Realm, a dark and cold prison where ancient monsters have been locked away for eons. Between them sits our world, the Mortal Realm—Earth, tucked away in the Milky Way galaxy.
For a long time, the demons in the dark were afraid of us. Even though humans didn't have magic, the technology developed was growing too fast. Human's were building giant towers and AI that could think for themselves. To stop human's from becoming too powerful, the demons sent a scout: Virochana. He was sent to create chaos and break our spirit before human's could truly evolve.
But while the heavens and the abyss watched the world, a small miracle was happening in a quiet apartment in Mumbai.
The Perfect Child
At four years old, Rudra Sharma was the kind of child every parent dreamed of. He was incredibly calm. He didn't scream for candy or wake his parents up in the middle of the night. He would spend hours just sitting by the window, watching the sea, his deep dark eyes reflecting the world like a still lake.
His parents, Mohit and Neha, loved him dearly. They lived a simple life in their high-rise flat, far below the "Flying Elite" who lived in the clouds.
One evening, the living room was quiet. Mohit was sitting on a mat, his eyes closed. He was practicing Cultivation—the art of breathing in the world's energy. For Mohit, it was hard work. He had to focus with all his might just to see a tiny glow of amber light around his fingertips.
Rudra was nearby, sitting on the rug with a picture book. He stopped reading and watched his father. To Rudra, the energy in the room didn't look hard to catch. It looked like golden dust dancing in the sunlight, waiting to be touched.
The Spark
Subconsciously, without even thinking about it, Rudra mimicked his father. He sat up straight, crossed his legs, and took a deep, soft breath.
He didn't try to "pull" the energy. He just opened his heart to it.
Suddenly, the air in the room hummed. It wasn't a tiny glow like Mohit's; it was a soft, beautiful radiance that wrapped around Rudra like a warm blanket. The golden energy rushed toward him, swirling into his small body as if it had finally found its home.
Mohit felt a sudden "tug" in the air. He opened his eyes and gasped.
"Neha! Come here, quickly!"
Neha ran in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on an apron. She stopped dead in her tracks. There was their son, glowing with a light so pure it made the room feel holy.
"Is he... is he practicing?" she whispered, her heart racing.
"He's not just practicing," Mohit breathed, his eyes wide with shock. "He's doing it perfectly. I never even taught him, Neha. He just... did it."
A Parent's Promise
The glow faded as Rudra opened his eyes. He looked at his parents, gave a small, innocent yawn, and went back to his book as if nothing had happened.
That night, after Rudra was tucked into bed, Mohit and Neha sat together, talking in low voices.
"He's a genius," Mohit said, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and worry. "If he can do this at four years old, the world is going to notice him. And the world isn't always kind to people with that much power."
Neha looked toward their son's bedroom. "We can't let him be a target. If he has this gift, he needs to know how to use it properly—to protect himself."
"I agree," Mohit nodded. "I'm going to go to the digital market tomorrow. I'll use our savings. We need to buy a proper meditation technique, something made for a real talent, not the basic stuff they give to everyone else."
They didn't know it yet, but that simple decision—to protect their "genius" son—was the spark that would eventually change the fate of all three realms.