Act I – Before the Rift ClosesLong before the First Gactic Era...

  Eons after the divine avatars had shaped the multiverse, sculpted the demi-divine races, and given order to chaos, a new storm was brewing.

  The Shakti Rifts—those cosmic tears that once allowed divine energy and Mantra to freely flow into the mortal realms—were colpsing.

  Fast.

  The gods, once able to manifest freely across the physical pnes, now stood at the threshold of exile from the world they created. No longer would they walk among their creations. No longer would they shape fate with a gesture or a breath.

  Time was running out.

  And so, a decision was made.

  “Let there be one… born of our will, shaped by our virtues, and strong enough to carry our legacy.”

  Thus, they forged him.

  A vessel of bance.A soul of unmatched potential.A warrior, a sage, a king to be.

  He was named:

  Vaivasvat — The Beloved Son of the Gods.

  Blessed by the Sun Lord, the Moon Goddess, the Sea Mother, and the God of Wind—Vaivasvat was born upon a world of green-blue hue, teeming with life and Mantra. It was here, on this sanctuary of stability, that he would rise to fulfill his purpose:

  To guard the harmony of the cosmos.To preserve the st divine flow of energy.To become the first Mantra King.

  The gods passed their knowledge to him—whispers of divine truth and fragments of ancient arts—until the st moments before the rift sealed completely.

  When their voices finally faded, only their echoes remained… bound in the form of sacred beasts, to be summoned in times of great need.

  Scene: The AwakeningA soft breeze stirred the sacred forest, ruffling leaves that shimmered with pale Mantra light. The sky, once rich with flowing auroras, had grown dim.

  “Vaivasvat! Vaivasvat!! Wake up!”

  The voice cut through the dream like lightning. It was spirited, sharp—and familiar.

  Vaivasvat groaned, rolling over beneath his moss-covered cloak.

  “Mmmnh… Phra Phai, why are you shouting so early...?”

  “Look up, you dreamer,” the Wind God barked, pointing skyward.“The Mantra Stream is thinning faster than ever!”

  Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Vaivasvat sat up and gnced toward the heavens.

  And there it was.

  The once-vibrant river of light that danced across the sky—Now dimming. Flickering.

  “...You're right,” he murmured. “It’s worse than yesterday.”

  “Worse than yesterday? It’s colpsing!” Phra Phai snapped.“Get your mind ready—we’re going on a long journey today.”

  Vaivasvat stood, tightening the straps of his leather-bound armor.

  “Then I must warn Sorada, my sister. And the others too.”

  “Do it quickly. I’ll wait for you by the Chanthra Stream.Don’t be te—this might be the st clear path to the gods.”