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At the quiet banks of the Ganga River
The world was still waking.
But Devara—Was already in motion.
His body flowed through each posture—Surya Namaskar.[1]
Not rushed. Not careless.
Each movement precise. Each breath aligned.
This wasn't practice anymore.
It was part of him.
And the final step.
He cupped water in his hands. Raised it toward the rising sun.
Golden light touched the surface—Turning it into liquid fire.
And then—He released it back into the river.
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
[ Reward: +20 Karma Points
(Daily Surya Namaskar Completed)]
Footsteps. Soft. Measured.
-Thud. -Thud.
-Thud. -Thud....
Devara had already noticed.
But he didn't turn. He finished first what he was currently doing.
Then—Slowly—He turned.
There stood Sage Durvasa
Silent. Watching.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Not impatient. Not impressed.
Just—observing him.
Devara stepped forward. Folded his hands.
"Guru[2]."
Durvasa nodded his head acknowledging Devara.
-Nod!
Expression unchanged.
"Your training…"
A pause.
"…begins today."
No warmth. No encouragement.
Just truth.
The river stirred gently.
After Sage Durvasa announces officially.
Ganga appeared—Beside her from the earth—Bhudevi
They didn't interrupt.
"...."
"...."
Just stepped closer.
Ganga placed her hand on his head.
"Be careful."
Bhudevi smiled softly.
"Stay grounded."
Then—A hug. Warm. Lingering.
Because both knew—This path wouldn't be easy. Especially having Sage Durvasa as his guru.
Devara stepped back.
Then he went to Goddess Ganga's domain to change his dress.
Now dressed simply in safforns. No ornaments. No symbols.
Just a disciple.
Durvasa turned. And began walking.
"...."
No signal. No instruction.
Just expectation.
Devara followed. Without hesitation.
Sage Durvasa took Devara to a top of the mountain.
High above the world—Where even the wind felt sharp—Durvasa stopped.
No shelter. No comfort.
Just a cliff. And the endless sky.
"Sit."
Devara obeyed instantly.
Legs crossed. Back straight.
"...."
The wind tugged at his clothes—But he didn't move.
Sage Durvasa turned—Eyes sharp.
"Tell me. What is yogic energy used for?"
Devara paused. Thought for a moment. Then answered—
"To grant boons… and curses."
Sage Durvasa chuckled hearing the answer.
-Chuckle!
Not mocking—But amused.
"That is only… a fragment."
He stepped closer.
The air itself seemed to listen to his explanation.
"Yogic energy… is what defines your place in existence."
A pause.
"In this universe… and beyond."
Durvasa's voice deepened.
"It is the only path… through which a human transcends."
"Beyond flesh."
"Beyond limitation."
He pointed at Devara's chest.
"It is not just power. It is nourishment. For the soul. For the mind. For the will."
Durvasa raised his hand slightly.
"For example, take two archers. With same astra. Same release."
A pause.
"Who wins?"
Devara stayed silent. Listening.
"...."
"The one… with greater yogic energy."
Sage Durvasa nodded his head as he explains.
-Nod!
"Even in disadvantage… it can overpower. Dominate. Rewrite the outcome."
Durvasa looked toward the sky as if he was seeing the beyond.
"It draws you closer… to the gods you worship. Not in devotion alone… but in essence."
Devara sat silently.
"...."
Every word—Settling deep.
This wasn't just training.
This was—understanding existence itself.
A strong gust hit. Cold. Sharp.
-WHOOSH!
But Devara didn't move. Not even slightly.
Sage Durvasa noticed. Said nothing.
"...."
But approved. Silently.
After Two Months...
Time lost meaning on that cliff.
Days blended. Nights passed without notice.
For over two months—Durvasa did not teach movement.
He taught understanding.
Words. Concepts. Foundations.
And Devara listened carefully taking in each lesson.
"...."
Not once. Not twice.
But until the words stopped being words—And became instinct.
Their shelter—A silent cave carved into the mountain.
But it wasn't empty.
Snake nests. Anthills.
Tiny movements of unseen life which could not be seen through one's life.
Durvasa's warning echoed—
"Do not disturb."
Devara obeyed. Careful steps.
Measured breaths.
Because here—Even a careless sound—Could interrupt a sage in deep tapas.
And that…
Would not end well.
After Three Months...
Then—After months—Durvasa finally said pointing at the rolling wooden plank.
"Stand."
A wooden plank was placed.
Not stable. Not fixed.
Rolling. Unforgiving.
Devara stepped on it—And immediately—FAILED.
"...."
Slipped. Fell. Hitting the ground.
Again. Again.
"Again."
No comfort. No praise. Just repetition of the same thing.
Three Days Later...
After countless falls—Bruises. Dust.
Devara stood. Still. Balanced. On the top of the plank.
The plank stopped betraying him.
Because he stopped fighting it.
Durvasa didn't wait. Seeing he had succeeded.
Moved to the next step of the pratice.
"Now… One leg."
The other folded. Hands raised. Joined in prayer.
Balance shattered again.
"...."
The wind mocked him. As it gently pushed him knocking him off the balance.
The plank shifted.
Every muscle screamed. But—He didn't stop.
Day after day—He practiced once again.
Fell. Stood. Fell again.
Until—The shaking reduced.
"...."
Then—Stopped.
Something else happened.
Devara's thoughts—Began to quiet.
"...."
Noise faded. Clarity emerged. Not forced. Natural.
After Three More Months...
Time passed. The exercises grew harder.
More complex.
Different postures. Different balances.
All on that same rolling plank.
And Devara—Adapted.
Occasionally—Sage Durvasa would step in.
A slight adjustment of the shoulder.
A shift of the spine.
A correction of breath.
Nothing more.
But each correction—Made the posture effortless.
These training helps...
Not legs. Not arms.
But—control.
Control over: Body. Breath. Thought
Because without control—Yogic energy… Would destroy more than it empowers.
Like that a full year passed.
Of falling. Balancing. Silencing.
And today—Durvasa finally spoke a different word.
"Good."
Not praise. But acceptance.
Showing finally Devara has reached the standard he had set for him.
Devara sat. Spine straight. Breath slow.
No wind disturbed him now.
"...."
Because his mind—No longer chased it. It was clear as fresh water.
Durvasa began—Not loudly. But with weight.
"Within you… are seven gates. Open them through meditation with immense concentration. Time taken depends on one self… and you step beyond yourself."
Durvasa's voice flowed like a guide through unseen terrain:
Muladhara[3]
→ Stability. Survival. Foundation.
→ Red[4]
Svadhishthana[5]
→ Creation. Emotion. Flow.
→ Orange[6]
Manipura [7]
→ Will. Power. Identity.
→ Yellow[8]
Anahata [9]
→ Love. Balance. Connection.
→ Green[10]
Vishuddha[11]
→ Truth. Expression. Clarity.
→ Blue[12]
Ajna [13]
→ Insight. Vision. Awareness.
→ Indigo[14]
Sahasrara[15]
→ Unity. Transcendence. Liberation.
→ Violet / White[16]
Durvasa's eyes narrowed slightly.
"When you open Anahata… you will feel it."
A pause.
"Yogic energy. From that moment… your body will begin to gather it. Slowly. Naturally."
Then—Durvasa pointed inward.
"But where will it go?"
A silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"That… depends on you."
Durvasa's voice deepened this time far more serious.
"Your inner world… is your reservoir. Your creation of your imagination. Mine… is a river. Endless. Raging. Unstoppable. Anyone who tries to obstruct it… is destroyed."
The air itself felt heavier.
Because this wasn't metaphor.
It was truth.
Devara didn't interrupt. Didn't question.
"...."
Every word—Settled deep.
Because he understood something crucial. This wasn't just about gaining power.
It was about defining how that power exists.
'My inner world… what will it be?'
Not yet answered. Not rushed.
Because the wrong answer—Could shape everything incorrectly.
After Six Months...
The wind shifted as Durvasa descended from the mountain path.
He had not come to interrupt.
Only to observe.
After Six Months...
Six months had passed.
Whether Devara had progressed—Or failed—He would see.
But fate had other plans.
Footsteps. Uneven. Desperate.
-Thud. -Thud.
-Thud. -Thud...
A man stumbled into view—Falling to his knees.
Breath ragged. Body trembling.
An old man. His head—Bleeding.
Durvasa narrowed his eyes.
"...."
Not out of anger. But calculation.
He stepped forward—Lifted the man effortlessly.
"Speak."
The word was sharp.
The old man swallowed.
-Gulp!
"...."
Even without knowing who stood before him—His instincts screamed danger.
Still—Hope overpowered fear.
"A… Rakshasa[17]…"
His hand trembled as he pointed back toward the forest.
"One eye… Tall… Fat… Blue skin…"
His voice broke.
"He took my son …my daughter-in-law …and my grandson…"
The words cracked.
"He keeps them alive… only to threaten me. Every day… I must bring him cattle. Or…"
A pause.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"…he will eat them."
Durvasa didn't react immediately.
"...."
Instead—He asked calmly.
"Do you know his name?"
The old man nodded slowly.
-Nod!
"...."
Fear flickering in his eyes.
"They call him… Ekanthaksha. The One-Eyed Devourer… His strength…"
The old man shivered.
"…is like ten wild bulls. He crushes bones with one hand… And laughs while doing it…"
The forest seemed to grow quieter.
Even the wind—Held its breath.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Durvasa stood still. Eyes unreadable.
Not compassion. Not anger.
But—consideration.
Because this—Was not just a problem. It was—An opportunity.
He turned to look at the direction of the mountain and called Devara's name.
"Devaratha!!!"
High above the cliffs—A voice thundered.
From Durvasa
Not just sound—A command wrapped in force.
The call echoed across peaks—Riding wind like a blade.
At the cliff—Devara sat.
Still. Unmoving.
"...."
Birds rested on him—Shoulders.
Head. Lap.
As if he were part of the mountain itself.
Then—His ear twitched.
-Twitch! -Twitch!
The wave reached him.
Slowly—He opened his eyes. Calm. Clear.
"...."
The birds scattered—As if they sensed something had changed.
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
A quiet notification surfaced in his mind:
🧾 [Progress Recorded...]
🔴[ Muladhara (Root Chakra)
→ Opened
→ Reward: +200 Karma
🟠 Svadhishthana (Sacral Chakra)
→ Opened
→ Reward: +200 Karma.]
🌿[ First Chakra Awakening Bonus
→ Reward: +500 Karma.]
🧘[ Deep Meditation (6 Months)
→ Reward: +200 Karma.]
⚖️ [Total Added: 1100 Karma Points+ 770 Karma Points
→ 1870 Karma Points.]
Devara stood up for the first time in last six months.
No rush. No wasted motion.
"...."
And began walking down the mountain. Each step—Grounded.
At the base—He arrived before Sage Durvasa
Durvasa looked at him once.
"...."
And knew at one glance. Two gates. Opened.
For others—Years.
For him—Months.
A faint nod. Approval.
-Nod!
Durvasa pointed. To the old man beside him.
Blood dried at his temple.
Eyes filled with helplessness.
"A Rakshasa named Ekanthaksha. He holds this man's family. Feeds on fear. Demands cattle …or devours them."
Durvasa turned back to Devara. Eyes sharp.
"Your task."
A pause.
"Eliminate him. Save them."
No explanation. No guidance.
"...."
Just—Responsibility.
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
A notification flashed:
🎯 [Mission Assigned...]
["Rescue & Eliminate: Ekanthaksha"
🩸 Save the captured family
⚔️ Defeat the Rakshasa
🏆 Reward: +45 Karma Points]
Devara didn't hesitate. He stepped forward—Knelt.
"Guru[18]."
Durvasa placed his hand lightly on his head.
"Go."
Devara turned.
The forest ahead—Dense.
Silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
As Devara moved deeper—Life faded.
No birds. No wind.
Even the trees—Looked wrong.
Twisted. Bent.
As if something—Had poisoned the very air.
Bones littered the ground.
Animal skeletons. Half-buried.
A snake slithered through a skull—Entering from the hollow eye—Sliding out from the jaw.
Even the earth felt… sick.
Devara didn't stop. Didn't hesitate.
"...."
His steps remained steady.
Because he understood—This wasn't just a place.
It was a territory claimed by fear.
Then—He saw it.
A cave. Jagged. Uneven.
A thin stream of water flowed past its entrance—As if even the river avoided going inside.
Then—It came. A laugh. Wild. Broken. Not human.
-HAHAHAHA!!!
Devara's eyes narrowed slightly.
-Frown!
"He's here."
Without stepping back—Without hiding—Devara shouted loudly.
"EKANTHAKSHA!"
His voice echoed into the cave. Like a stone thrown into darkness.
Inside the Lair...
Within—Ekanthaksha paused.
A massive figure.
"...."
Blue skin stretched over thick muscle.
One eye—Glowing faintly.
In his hands—Two cows.
Lifted by their tails.
Swinging helplessly.
He laughed at their panic—Until—He heard it. His name.
The laughter stopped.
Slowly—His single eye narrowed.
"...."
The air grew heavier.
He dropped the cows—Carelessly.
Locked them inside a crude cage.
Then—Step. Heavy. Another step.
-THUD. -THUD.
-THUD...
Each movement—Shaking the ground slightly.
As he walked toward the cave entrance.
The light outside met the darkness within—And from it—He emerged.
Tall. Massive. Blue skin. Thick limbs. And one—Unblinking—Eye.
He looked at Devara.
"...."
Then—Grinned.
-Grin!
A mouth full of jagged teeth.
"You…"
His voice was deep. Rough.
"…called my name?"
A pause. Then laughter returned—Lower this time.
-HAHA!
"A child?"
Devara stood still. Not afraid. Seeing the size of it.
Not reckless. Just—Ready.
Ekanthaksha tilted his head.
One eye narrowed.
"Why…"
"…are you not afraid?"
Devara blinked—Then suddenly—Clutched his face.
"Aaaah! So scary!"
A terrible act. Overdone.
Even the silence judged him.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The Rakshasa froze. Then—His expression twisted.
"YOU DARE—!"
His fist rose—Like a falling boulder. To strike the kid.
But—Before impact—Devara's body expanded.
Massive.
Matching the demon's size. The ground trembled.
Devara pointed at the Rakshasa. Calm.
"You are my enemy."
🐒 Vali's Boon Activates...
Power surged through his body.
Half of the Rakshasa's strength—Flowed into Devara.
Not overwhelming since he had obtained Bhishma's half the strength. But enough.
Always enough.
Ekanthaksha punched with his full force.
This time—Devara didn't dodge.
Impact.
-BAM!!!
"...."
"...."
"...."
Silence.
He didn't move. Not an inch. Not even a flinch.
The Rakshasa's eye widened.
"…What?"
Devara slowly—Caught his arm.
Then—PUNCHED.
The impact echoed.
-BAM!!!
Ekanthaksha flew—Crashing into the cave wall.
The cave shook. Dust fell.
Behind—The imprisoned family stared.
Frozen.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Unable to understand—What they were seeing.
They just moved not daring to come out saw this scene.
Ekanthaksha rose. Anger boiling. He summoned his weapon—A jagged, corrupted blade.
"I WILL TEAR YOU APART—!"
A flash.
-FLASH!!!
Light—Then—In Devara's hands—Appeared Amba-Tejas.
The twin blades hummed.
Alive.
The Rakshasa lunged at Devara confidence he could strike first.
The blade descended—CLANG!
Blocked. Effortlessly.
"...."
Before the demon could react—The second blade moved.
A clean arc.
-SWISH!!!
His stomach split open.
A scream tore through the cave.
"-AHHHHHHH!!!"
Ekanthaksha lunged wildly this time more angrily.
Desperate. But Devara—Was already gone.
A blur. He avoided the rakshasa easily.
"...."
Then—A strike across the back.
-SWISH!!!
A deep—Brutal cut. Blood splattered from it.
The Rakshasa turned.
"...."
And for the first time—He wasn't angry.
He was afraid looking at Devara.
Devara didn't rush. Didn't shout. Didn't hesitate.
"...."
The twin swords rose.
Then—Fell. As it was the final judgement.
A perfect arc. Cleaved the head from the body.
The body stood—For a moment.
"...."
Then collapsed.
-THUD!
Blood spread across the ground.
The cave grew quiet.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Devara turned calmly. Walked toward the prisoners.
Behind him—The demon lay—Still. Forgotten. By him not by others.
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[1] 12 Steps of Yoga's performed to hornor Sun.
[2] Teacher
[3] base of the spine
[4] Color of the chakra
[5] below the navel
[6] Color of the chakra
[7] core of the body
[8] Color of the chakra
[9] center of the chest
[10] Color of the chakra
[11] throat
[12] Color of the chakra
[13] between the brows
[14] Color of the chakra
[15] Crown
[16] Color of the chakra
[17] Demon
[18] Teacher