The platform trembled beneath Manu and Lava as the rakshasas regrouped, their wingbeats
stirring the already turbulent winds. The shimmering light bridges connecting the floating
islands flickered erratically, as if testing the resolve of those who dared to cross.
Manu held his sword steady, its flame flickering against the gusts. “This realm does not
welcome us,” he said, his voice firm. “Its trials will push us to our limits.”
Lava grinned, the Boon of Vayu glowing faintly around his neck. “Good thing I’m all about
limits—and breaking them.”
A sharp gust swept across the platform, forcing Lava to crouch to keep his balance. “Okay,
maybe less cocky, more careful,” he muttered.
Manu stepped forward, his eyes scanning the light bridge ahead. Its surface rippled like water,
shimmering faintly as it stretched to the next floating isle. “These bridges are unstable,” he said.
“They may not hold under too much weight. We’ll need to cross carefully, one at a time.”
Lava frowned, peering at the shifting surface. “So, it’s like walking on water, but if water wanted
to drop you into an endless void. Great.”
Manu gave him a measured look. “Focus. The wind will test us as much as the bridge. Use your
pendant to stay balanced, and do not rush.”
Lava sighed, muttering under his breath, “Don’t rush, don’t rush. Always with the rules.” But as
he stepped onto the bridge, his expression grew serious.
The light beneath his feet rippled, responding to his movements. He adjusted his balance
instinctively, the Boon of Vayu amplifying his agility. Each step was deliberate, his gaze fixed on
the distant island.
Manu watched him carefully, noting how the bridge shimmered brighter with each step. “Good,”
he called out. “The bridge responds to your rhythm. Keep moving steadily.”
Lava reached the other side, exhaling sharply as he stepped onto solid ground. “Made it,” he
said, turning to wave at Manu. “Your turn, old man!”
Manu sheathed his sword and stepped onto the bridge. The moment his boot touched the
surface, the wind surged, howling like a wild beast. He braced himself, his arms outstretched to
maintain balance as the bridge rippled beneath him.
Lava’s voice cut through the wind. “Don’t look down! Just keep moving!”
Manu ignored the younger man’s advice, glancing briefly into the void below. The endless
expanse seemed to pull at his senses, a dizzying reminder of what lay beneath. He took a deep
breath, centering himself.
One step. Then another. The bridge responded to his measured movements, its glow steadying
as he advanced.
Just as Manu reached the halfway point, a shriek pierced the air. A rakshasa dove from the sky,
its talons aimed directly at him.
“Manu, look out!” Lava shouted, already drawing an arrow.
Manu raised the Aegis of Varuna, the translucent shield shimmering as it absorbed the impact
of the rakshasa’s attack. The force of the blow rocked the bridge, sending ripples across its
surface. Manu staggered but held his ground.
Lava’s arrow flew true, striking the rakshasa in the shoulder and forcing it to retreat. “You okay?”
Lava called.
“I’m fine,” Manu said, steadying himself. He took another step forward, his gaze fixed on the
island ahead. “Keep watch. They’ll strike again.”
The remaining rakshasas circled above, their dark forms silhouetted against the golden sky. As
Manu approached the island, two of the creatures swooped down simultaneously, their claws
aimed at Lava.
Lava rolled to the side, the Boon of Vayu granting him the speed to dodge the first attack. He
turned sharply, loosing an arrow that struck one rakshasa in the wing. The creature screeched,
spiraling downward before disappearing into the void.
“Manu!” Lava shouted, firing at the second rakshasa. “These guys aren’t giving up!”
Manu stepped onto the island just as the second rakshasa lunged. With a swift motion, he drew
his sword, the flames of Agni’s Charm igniting as he struck. The creature recoiled, its wing
singed by the fiery blade.
Breathing heavily, Manu glanced around the island. It was smaller than the platform they had
left, its surface cracked and overgrown with thorny vines that glowed faintly with an unnatural
light. In the center stood a massive, jagged rock, its surface etched with ancient symbols that
pulsed faintly.
Lava joined him, his bow still drawn. “What is this place?” he asked, eyeing the glowing vines
warily.
Manu approached the rock, his expression thoughtful. “A marker,” he said. “An ancient ward
meant to stabilize this realm. But it has been corrupted, twisted by Mahikesh’s influence.”
Lava crouched beside the rock, tracing one of the symbols with his finger. “So, what? This is
what’s messing up the bridges? Can we fix it?”
Manu nodded. “If we restore this marker, it may stabilize the path forward. But undoing this
corruption will not be easy.”
The island trembled slightly, and a low growl echoed from beneath their feet. Lava stood quickly,
his eyes scanning the area. “I’m guessing that sound means we’ve got company.”
Manu raised his sword, his stance shifting into readiness. “Be ready, Lava. This trial is far from
over.”
The wind howled again, and the thorny vines began to writhe, their glowing edges sharpening
into serrated tips. From the shadows of the island, dark shapes emerged—twisted creatures of
wind and shadow, their forms barely solid yet radiating malice.
Lava nocked an arrow, a grin spreading across his face despite the danger. “Alright. Let’s see
how fast these things are.”
Manu stepped forward, his flaming sword cutting through the air as the first creature lunged.
“Stay focused,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “This is only the beginning.”
The air grew colder as the shadowy creatures stepped fully into the light, their semi-ethereal
forms shifting and flickering with the wind. Each one stood tall, their frames spindly and jagged,
with limbs that seemed to ripple like smoke. Their eyes glowed faintly with a pale blue light,
f
illed with malice yet devoid of emotion.
Lava was the first to act. He loosed an arrow, the projectile flying straight toward the nearest
creature. The arrow struck its center but passed through harmlessly, as if the creature’s body
were nothing more than a mirage.
“Well, that’s annoying,” Lava muttered, already drawing another arrow.
Manu stepped forward, his sword alight with Agni’s flame. “These are spirits of the wind,” he
said. “They cannot be fought like flesh and bone.”
Lava sidestepped as one of the creatures lunged at him, its elongated claws slicing through the
air. “Great! And when were you planning on telling me that?”
Manu didn’t answer. Instead, he swung his sword in a wide arc, the fire from Agni’s Charm flaring
brightly as it connected with one of the shadowy figures. The flame hissed and crackled on
impact, and the creature let out a distorted screech before dissolving into wisps of smoke.
“Fire works,” Manu said simply, his stance steady.
“Good to know,” Lava replied, nocking an arrow tipped with flame. He focused on the nearest
spirit, his movements sharp and deliberate as he aimed for its glowing eyes. The arrow struck
true, and the creature burst into embers, dissipating into the air.
The wind picked up again, howling through the floating island with renewed fury. The glowing
vines around the jagged rock writhed violently, their sharp edges slicing through the air like
whips. The remaining shadow creatures merged with the wind, their forms flickering as they
darted around Manu and Lava in a chaotic dance.
“They’re getting faster!” Lava shouted, leaping to avoid one of the vines as it lashed out toward
him.
Manu raised the Aegis of Varuna, its translucent surface shimmering as it absorbed the impact
of a clawed strike. “Focus on the rock!” he called. “It’s the source of the corruption—if we
cleanse it, these spirits will fall.”
Lava nodded, shifting his attention to the massive rock in the center of the island. The ancient
symbols etched into its surface pulsed erratically, as if resisting the very fabric of the realm.
“And how exactly do we ‘cleanse’ it?”
Manu parried another attack, his sword cutting through the darkness with precision. “Agni’s fire
will purify it. Keep them off me—I need time to act.”
“Got it!” Lava replied, darting to higher ground. The Boon of Vayu glowed faintly as he vaulted
onto a nearby ledge, giving him a clear view of the battlefield. From his vantage point, he rained
down flaming arrows, each one striking true and dispersing the shadow creatures as they
surged toward Manu.
Manu advanced toward the rock, his movements deliberate. The ground trembled beneath his
feet, the corruption reacting to his presence. A sudden burst of wind pushed against him, but he
pressed forward, the flames of Agni’s Charm blazing brighter with each step.
“Almost there,” Manu muttered, his voice steady despite the chaos.
Above, Lava continued his assault, his arrows cutting through the writhing shadows. “No
pressure, Manu,” he called, a grin flashing across his face. “But if you could hurry this up, that’d
be great!”
Manu ignored the comment, his focus unwavering as he reached the base of the rock. The air
around it was thick with an unnatural energy, the glowing symbols pulsating faster as he raised
his sword.
“By the will of Agni,” Manu said, his voice firm, “I reclaim this land for dharma.”
He drove the flaming blade into the center of the rock, the fire spreading across its surface in a
brilliant surge. The symbols flared brightly, their corrupted light overwhelmed by the pure,
golden flames of Agni’s power.
The ground trembled violently, and a wave of energy rippled outward from the rock. The shadow
creatures let out piercing wails as the flames consumed them, their forms dissolving into the
wind. The glowing vines recoiled, their serrated edges softening as they fell limp against the
cracked earth.
Lava jumped down from his ledge, landing lightly beside Manu as the tremors subsided. “Nice
work,” he said, brushing off his hands. “I was starting to think we’d be stuck fighting those things
forever.”
Manu withdrew his sword from the rock, the flames receding as he stepped back. “The
corruption has been purged,” he said, his voice calm but resolute. “This marker will stabilize the
bridges, allowing us to continue.”
The jagged rock pulsed faintly with a golden light, its energy now harmonious with the realm. The
f
lickering light bridges connecting the floating islands steadied, their surfaces glowing brighter
and more solid.
Lava glanced at the nearest bridge, his grin returning. “Looks like we’re back in business.”
Manu turned to him, his expression serious. “This was only a small part of the corruption.
Mahikesh’s influence runs deeper than we can see. Stay vigilant, Lava. The trials ahead will only
grow more dangerous.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Lava replied, slinging his bow over his shoulder. “But hey, we’ve got fire, speed,
and a whole lot of determination. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Manu didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The next bridge stretched before them,
leading to another floating isle shrouded in clouds.
“The path forward is clear,” Manu said, stepping onto the bridge. “Let us move quickly. The next
trial awaits.”
Lava followed, his steps light and sure as the Boon of Vayu guided him. The winds of Bhuvarloka
had calmed, but the silence that followed was far from comforting.
Above them, the faint outline of a massive winged figure emerged from the clouds, its presence
looming over the realm like a shadow.
The winds of Bhuvarloka shifted suddenly, carrying with them an unnatural chill that settled
deep in Manu and Lava’s bones. The faint outline in the sky above grew clearer—a massive
winged figure circling slowly, its shadow stretching across the floating islands.
Lava squinted upward, the Boon of Vayu glinting faintly around his neck. “That doesn’t look
friendly,” he said, drawing an arrow and nocking it in one fluid motion.
Manu’s grip tightened on the hilt of his sword as the figure descended, its massive wings cutting
through the air with a sound like rolling thunder. The creature landed on a nearby island, the
impact sending tremors through the light bridges connecting the floating platforms.
It was Paksharaj Rakshasa, a grotesque fusion of man and bird, his body covered in black
feathers that shimmered faintly with a metallic sheen. His wings, massive and jagged, radiated a
dark energy, and his glowing red eyes fixed on the two warriors with unbridled malice.
“You dare enter my domain?” Paksharaj growled, his voice a harsh screech that echoed through
the realm. “Bhuvarloka is mine now. You will not leave this place alive.”
Manu stepped forward, his sword blazing faintly with the flames of Agni’s Charm. “You are not
the master of this realm, Paksharaj,” he said, his tone steady. “You are but a servant of
Mahikesh, corrupted by his will. Stand aside, or face the justice of dharma.”
Paksharaj let out a sharp, grating laugh, his wings spreading wide. “Justice? Dharma? Your
words are as hollow as your threats, mortal. Let the winds of Bhuvarloka consume you!”
With a powerful beat of his wings, Paksharaj launched into the air, the force of the wind nearly
knocking Lava off his feet.
“Here we go again!” Lava muttered, steadying himself. “Manu, what’s the plan? This guy’s got
the high ground—literally.”
Manu raised the Aegis of Varuna, its translucent surface shimmering as another gust of wind
howled through the islands. “We must ground him,” he said. “If he controls the skies, we will not
survive this battle.”
“Easier said than done!” Lava called, already aiming for the demon’s massive wings. He
released an arrow, its flaming tip streaking through the air. The arrow struck one of Paksharaj’s
wings but glanced off harmlessly, leaving only a faint scorch mark.
Paksharaj screeched in anger, diving toward them with talons outstretched. Manu stepped
forward, raising his shield to absorb the blow. The impact sent sparks flying, and the force of the
attack drove Manu back several paces.
Lava fired another arrow, this one aimed at Paksharaj’s torso. The arrow struck, and though it
didn’t penetrate deeply, it forced the demon to pull back, his wings flapping furiously.
“Manu!” Lava shouted. “Got any ideas for making a bird like that fall out of the sky?”
Manu’s gaze flicked to the floating islands around them. “The winds are his strength,” he said,
“but they may also be his weakness. We must disrupt the currents he relies on.”
Lava raised an eyebrow. “And how exactly are we supposed to do that?”
Before Manu could respond, Paksharaj let out a piercing cry, summoning a cyclone of wind that
engulfed the platform they stood on. The swirling gusts lashed at them with near-physical force,
making it difficult to stay upright.
Lava crouched low, his pendant glowing faintly as the Boon of Vayu countered the worst of the
wind. “Okay, I see what you mean. Let’s find a way to shut this guy down before he blows us off
this platform.”
Manu scanned the island, his eyes landing on a series of glowing stones embedded in the
ground. The stones pulsed faintly, their energy resonating with the winds around them.
“Those stones,” Manu said, pointing. “They channel the winds of this realm. If we can disable
them, Paksharaj will lose his advantage.”
Lava followed his gaze, his eyes narrowing. “Got it. Cover me!”
Manu nodded, stepping forward to engage Paksharaj as the demon dove again. The guardian’s
talons raked against the Aegis of Varuna, sparks flying as Manu deflected the blow and
countered with a fiery slash of his sword.
Meanwhile, Lava sprinted toward the nearest glowing stone, the Boon of Vayu enhancing his
agility as he leapt over fissures and dodged the lashing wind. Reaching the stone, he drew an
arrow and struck its center, the impact shattering the surface.
The wind around them faltered slightly, and Paksharaj screeched in anger. “What are you
doing?!” he roared, his voice filled with rage.
Lava grinned, already moving to the next stone. “Just clipping your wings, big guy!”
Paksharaj turned sharply, his glowing eyes narrowing on Lava. With a powerful beat of his wings,
he unleashed a focused gale, sending Lava tumbling backward.
“Lava!” Manu shouted, deflecting another attack as he moved to intercept the demon.
Lava rolled to his feet, coughing as he steadied himself. “I’m fine!” he called, though his
movements were slower now. “Keep him busy—I’ve got this!”
Manu engaged Paksharaj directly, his flaming sword clashing with the demon’s claws. Sparks
and embers filled the air as the two exchanged blows, the sheer force of their battle shaking the
platform.
Lava reached the second stone, his steps quick and deliberate. He loosed another arrow,
shattering the stone and sending a ripple of energy through the air.
Paksharaj faltered, his wings flapping unevenly as the winds around him grew erratic. “You
insolent mortals!” he screeched. “You dare defy the master of this realm?”
“We’re not defying anything,” Lava shot back, drawing another arrow. “We’re just cleaning up
your mess!”
The third and final stone pulsed brightly, its energy feeding the remnants of Paksharaj’s power.
Lava sprinted toward it, dodging another gust of wind as Paksharaj tried to regain control.
With one final shot, Lava struck the stone dead center. The glow faded instantly, and the winds
of Bhuvarloka stilled. Paksharaj let out a pained cry as his wings faltered, the corruption draining
from his form.
Manu seized the opening, his sword blazing with Agni’s fire. He struck Paksharaj’s chest, the
f
lames purging the last traces of darkness from the demon’s body.
Paksharaj collapsed to the platform, his massive form shrinking as his corrupted energy
dissipated. He let out a low, mournful cry before falling silent, the winds around them finally at
peace.
Lava approached, his bow still in hand. “Well,” he said, glancing at Paksharaj’s still form, “that
was a workout.”
Manu lowered his sword, his expression calm but resolute. “The winds are free once more.
Bhuvarloka’s balance has been restored.”
A faint golden light appeared above Paksharaj’s body, spiraling upward to form the outline of a
feather. It hovered in the air before settling gently on the platform.
“The relic of Vayu,” Manu said. “Our next step forward.”
The golden feather floated in the air above Paksharaj’s still form, its glow pulsating with a gentle
rhythm. The winds of Bhuvarloka, now calm and steady, carried the faint sound of distant
chimes, as if the realm itself was sighing in relief.
Manu sheathed his sword, the flames of Agni’s Charm receding into the hilt. “The relic has
revealed itself,” he said, his voice calm but resolute.
Lava stepped forward cautiously, glancing down at Paksharaj’s diminished body. The once
mighty rakshasa now lay in a shrunken, almost pitiable form, his black feathers dulled and his
glowing red eyes extinguished.
“Is he… dead?” Lava asked, his tone softer than usual.
Manu shook his head. “No. The corruption has left him, but his strength is gone. He was a
guardian of this realm before Mahikesh twisted his purpose. Now, he will rest.”
Lava let out a slow breath, slinging his bow over his shoulder. “Good. I don’t know about you, but
I’ve had enough of bird monsters for one day.”
Manu approached the relic, his gaze steady. The feather hovered just above eye level, its soft
glow radiating a soothing warmth. It seemed to pulse in time with the gentle currents of air that
swirled faintly around the platform.
“This is Vayu’s blessing,” Manu said. “A gift of agility and grace, born of the winds themselves. It
is the strength that Paksharaj once misused, now returned to its rightful purpose.”
Lava crossed his arms, watching as Manu reached out toward the relic. “You know,” he said, his
tone light but thoughtful, “these relics… they’re not just weapons, are they? They’re pieces of
something bigger. Of what this place used to be.”
Manu paused, turning his gaze to Lava. “You’re beginning to understand,” he said. “Each relic
carries more than power. They are fragments of dharma, tied to the essence of the Lokas.
Restoring them is not just about strength—it is about harmony.”
Lava tilted his head, considering Manu’s words. “Yeah, well… harmony or not, we’re going to
need all the help we can get if the next Lokas are anything like this one.”
Manu gave a faint smile before turning back to the relic. He extended his hand, his fingers
brushing against the glowing feather. The moment he touched it, a rush of energy surged
through him, carrying with it the sensation of weightlessness.
The wind around the platform picked up, swirling gently but purposefully. The relic dissolved into
a stream of golden light, flowing into Manu’s sword and Lava’s pendant. The Boon of Vayu
glowed brighter, its silver surface etched with new patterns that shimmered like sunlight on
rippling water.
Lava glanced down at his pendant, grinning. “Looks like I just got an upgrade.”
Manu nodded, his expression thoughtful. “The winds of Bhuvarloka are now ours to command.
This power will serve us well in the trials to come.”
As the wind settled, a faint hum filled the air. The light bridges connecting the floating islands
pulsed brighter, their surfaces now stable and solid. At the edge of the platform, a new portal
appeared, its swirling golden light beckoning them forward.
Lava approached the portal, resting his hands on his hips. “Another portal, another Loka. Let me
guess—the next one’s even harder than this?”
“Most likely,” Manu replied, his voice steady. “But we are stronger now than when we began.”
Lava glanced over his shoulder, his grin returning. “Stronger, huh? Well, as long as you don’t
slow me down, I think we’ll be fine.”
Manu raised an eyebrow, but the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “Let us see if your
speed can keep up with what lies ahead.”
The two warriors stepped toward the portal, their forms silhouetted against its golden glow. The
winds of Bhuvarloka whispered around them one final time, carrying with them a faint sense of
gratitude as the realm began to heal.
The golden portal swirled with divine energy, its surface rippling like liquid light. Manu and Lava
stood before it, the winds of Bhuvarloka now calm and steady behind them. The platform
beneath their feet was solid once more, no longer trembling with the unstable currents of the
corrupted realm.
Lava shifted his weight, adjusting the pendant of the Boon of Vayu around his neck. “So,” he
said, his tone casual but edged with curiosity, “what’s the next Loka like? More floating islands?
Or maybe something completely different—like a jungle or a desert?”
Manu rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze fixed on the portal. “Each Loka reflects its
essence. Bhuvarloka was the realm of winds, a place of balance between the mortal and the
divine. The next Loka, Svargaloka, is a realm of celestial beauty. But beauty can be deceptive.”
“Deceptive, huh?” Lava said, stepping closer to the portal. “Guess that means more monsters
hiding in pretty places. Sounds about right.”
Manu turned to him, his expression calm but firm. “Do not underestimate the trials ahead. The
relics we seek are not merely protected—they are veiled in illusions and challenges meant to
test our worthiness.”
Lava nodded, his usual grin softening into something more serious. “Yeah, I get it. This isn’t just
about fighting stuff. It’s about proving we can handle the responsibility that comes with the
relics.”
Manu studied the younger warrior for a moment, sensing a growing understanding in his words.
“You’ve come far since Bhūloka,” he said. “Your instincts, your resolve—they’re sharpening with
every step.”
Lava blinked, surprised by the rare compliment. “Uh… thanks, I guess. Same to you. You’re not
bad at keeping us alive.”
A faint smile touched Manu’s lips. “Come. The next Loka awaits.”
They stepped into the portal together, the golden light enveloping them in a rush of warmth and
energy. The winds of Bhuvarloka faded, replaced by a sensation of weightlessness, as if they
were being carried upward by an unseen current.
As the light around them began to shift, Lava glanced at Manu. “You ever think about how weird
this all is?” he asked. “Walking through portals, fighting monsters, chasing relics… It’s like
something out of a bard’s story.”
Manu’s voice was steady. “Dharma often takes us down paths we cannot predict. It is not for us
to question the journey, only to walk it.”
Lava chuckled. “That’s one way to look at it. I just hope the bard gets my best side when they
write this down.”
The portal’s light grew brighter, and a new realm began to take shape around them. They
emerged onto a wide expanse of gleaming marble, surrounded by towering spires that
shimmered like crystal. Above them, the sky was a brilliant cascade of colors, shifting like the
hues of a rainbow.
Svargaloka.
The realm of celestial beauty stretched before them, its architecture impossibly grand and its air
f
illed with a soft, melodic hum. But despite the splendor, Manu felt a faint undercurrent of
unease, as if the perfection of the realm concealed something darker.
Lava whistled, spinning slowly as he took in the view. “Now this,” he said, “is impressive. You
think the gods live in places like this all the time?”
Manu’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword. “Appearances can deceive, Lava. This realm may
look serene, but its trials will be no less dangerous than those we’ve faced before.”
Lava lowered his bow slightly, his grin fading as he glanced at Manu. “You feel it too, huh? That…
something’s off?”
Manu nodded, his expression somber. “Stay vigilant. Svargaloka’s beauty masks its challenges.
The path to the relic will not be clear.”
As they stepped forward, the melodic hum grew louder, resonating through the marble streets
like an unseen voice calling to them. Manu and Lava exchanged a glance, their resolve firming
as they prepared to face the next trial.
