Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting ghostly silver shadows across the forest floor. Aarya’s lungs burned, his heart pounded, and every step was a gamble. Behind him, hunting dogs barked viciously, their snarls mingling with the shouts of mafias and police teams. He was cornered, hunted like prey.

Aarya: [panting] They’re still behind me… dogs, mafias… no escape… not tonight.

Dog (growling): Grrrr…

Mafia Leader (yelling): There he is! Don’t let him slip! Shoot to kill!

The chase had gone on for hours. The dog was closing in, its hot breath brushing his heels. Aarya’s mind raced. At the riverbank, he stopped abruptly, then ran in tight circles—round and round—until the dog lost its focus. With a desperate leap, he plunged into the raging river. The cold water pulled him under, dragged him downstream, until finally the river emptied into a vast lake. Using sheer luck and raw instinct, he survived.

Mafia Leader (yelling): There he is! Don’t let him slip! Shoot to kill!

Aarya: Five bullets… right hand… back… palms… No… I can’t die here… Think… survive… think!

He reaches the riverbank, heart hammering. The dog snaps at his heels. Aarya runs in tight circles, round and round… the dog loses focus.

Aarya: Now… jump!

He plunges into the raging river, water smashing against him, dragging him toward the dead-end lake. Pain shoots through every limb, but somehow, he survives.

Mafia Sniper (shouting into radio): Target… gone. He’s dead! No way he survived five bullets!

By now, they all thought he was dead. He had been shot multiple times—one in the right hand, two in his right side, and bullets tearing through both palms. Yet, despite blood and pain, Aarya lay on the grass, motionless. Night passed like a long, silent eternity.

When dawn broke, he was still there, resting, unable to move. The mafias scoured the forest, unaware that their prey was still alive. A hidden boundary ran through the forest—a safety net-line enforced by the government. Crossing it meant certain death.

As moonlight returned that night, Aarya’s consciousness flickered. His body screamed in protest—broken bones, bleeding wounds, rips in muscle—but something inside refused to yield. Then, a memory surged: his mother’s words.

Aarya: [lying in the grass, barely conscious]… can’t… move… they’ll never find me…

Night drags on. Moonlight slides across his face. Broken bones, bleeding, torn… he drifts in the thin line between life and death.

Memory of Mother:

"No matter who stands against you, no matter how powerful they are, even if the whole world fights you, if you are right, if you walk the path of truth… you must fight. Fight until the last drop of your blood. Show them your strength, your will, your mind… become a man of sharp focus, commitment, and sheer will."

Something inside him snapped. Aarya’s eyes opened with a burning resolve. Broken and bleeding, he made a silent vow: vengeance.

Aarya: [groaning, eyes opening slowly]… I… I will… fight… I will… survive… and… take my revenge…

And then… it happened.

A dark, ethereal presence entered his body—a mysterious sprite, a shadow of wrath. Its name whispered in the void: Ghost of the Vengeance. Instantly, a dark aura enveloped him, searing through his wounds, knitting flesh and bone. Strength surged into his veins: stamina, agility, reflexes, durability, mental acuity—superhuman in every sense. His senses sharpened, his mind cleared. The forest itself seemed to bend to his awareness.

Dark energy stirs within him. A shadowy presence emerges from his core.

Fury Sprite (whispering): I am… the Ghost of Vengeance.

Aarya: [senses sharpening, aura glowing dark]… What… what is this?

Fury Sprite: Power… strength… clarity… vengeance. All yours, if you dare to embrace it.

Wounds heal instantly. Broken bones knit together. His body surges with superhuman strength, agility, reflexes, durability, and heightened mental clarity. The dark aura pulses around him like liquid shadow.

Aarya: [rising slowly, aura flaring]… I… am not just Aarya Rudravansh anymore… I am the storm they will fear… the vengeance they cannot escape…

Fury Sprite: Tonight… the forest will witness your rebirth. Tonight… vengeance awakens.

Aarya rose, no longer just a man. He was something else—something deadly. A force born from pain, betrayal, and an unbroken will.

Tonight, the forest would remember the name of the one who had cheated death. Tonight, vengeance had a new face.

Fury Sprite (whispering in Aarya’s mind): Do you want revenge… right now?

Aarya: Not now. I’m not ready… not strong enough. If I fight now, I’ll lose. They’ll outsmart me. I need time… preparation.

Fury Sprite: Good… boy, you know your strength well. Then… what do you want now?

Aarya: Right now? I want to get stronger. I have to fight alone… my enemies are countless. Train me. Be my teacher. I want to learn how to fight.

Fury Sprite: Fight… for what?

Aarya: Revenge. Revenge only…

Aarya (correcting himself): No… not just revenge. For my parents… for those who suffered at the hands of mafias, corrupt officials, evil-rich heirs…

Fury Sprite: [chuckling] Boy, telling big motivational stories doesn’t convince me. Doing it… action… is far harder than your imagination.

Aarya: Then… why did you choose me?

Fury Sprite: [coldly] No, boy. I didn’t choose you. And I want to use your body to bring changes and chose to this city....  Stop lying. I see through you—your mind, your face, your hopelessness. You’re weak… a boy craving revenge. Easy to fool. Why should I teach you?

Aarya: Okay… fine. I’ll stop lying. It’s because… you chose me. You wanted me. No other option.

Fury Sprite: [silent, amused] Big mouth, huh? I didn’t choose you. It’s destiny. I’ve been trapped here for over 10,000 years… waiting for the one to release me from the curse. And your blood… destroyed the seal.

Aarya: Then… you owe me. Repay me… teach me to fight.

Fury Sprite: I already did, boy. Healing your body… giving you a new lifeline.

Aarya: [thinking] No… you didn’t. You still own me…

Fury Sprite: I know what you’re thinking…

Aarya: Just… teach me. Please…

Fury Sprite: Why should I? First… worship me. Then I’ll think about it.

Aarya: [confused, frustrated] Worship you? 10,000-year-old sprite… cursed and trapped here… I want revenge! But… fine. Just for now.

For the first month, Aarya gathered flowers, offered them, and bowed to the Fury Sprite, who remained distant and indifferent. Every day, the Sprite refused to acknowledge him as a student. Yet Aarya persisted, driven by desperation and vengeance.

Days 1–21 – Worship and Trials

Aarya (thinking): This… is just the beginning. I will endure… I must… for vengeance.

On the 21st day, something shifted. His worship came not just from obedience, but from heart and soul. Every action, every gesture reflected pure devotion.

Fury Sprite: [finally] Hmph… your worship… 21 days… sincere. Perhaps… there is potential in you.

Ten days later, on the 31st day, the Fury Sprite finally recognized him.

"From this day," the Sprite said, "your new life begins."

[echoing in Aarya’s mind] From this day… your new life begins.

Parallel – Iravya’s Recovery

Meanwhile, far from the forest, Iravya—still reeling from her kidnapping and assault—remained depressed for a week. But the unwavering care of her family, friends, and the city around her slowly restored hope. She stayed home for two weeks, then transferred her studies abroad, marking a fresh start. A week later, she rejoined college, stepping into a new life, in a new city, in a new chapter.

Back in the forest, Aarya continued his worship. Unaware of the dramatic changes in the city.

On the 10th day, Aarya’s parents and three sisters (Rina, Mia, and Shivani) were sent to the country-side house, pressured by extended family. Life grew tougher.

The eldest sister, Rina, dropped out of college during her final semester and began working at a hotel while helping her parents in the evening.

Younger sisters, Mia and Shivani, faced bullying at school.

Meanwhile, Aarya’s father was fired from the company’s board, and the family company teetered on bankruptcy. By the 19th day, his second uncle assumed the presidency, barely saving the dynasty from collapse.

In contrast, mafias, corrupt officers, politicians, and rival heirs thrived. Overnight, their fortunes skyrocketed—billions turned into quadrillions and even quintillions through seized assets, metals, and gold mines. For thirty days, they celebrated their dominance, oblivious to the storm growing in the forest.

By the 31st day, the city had changed, families had shifted, fortunes had collapsed, but Aarya—now recognized and empowered by the Fury Sprite—was ready. His new life, his new strength, and his singular purpose had begun: vengeance, justice, and the reclamation of all that was stolen.

Day 32 after the Incident

Aarya (silent, on the mountain top):

City S keeps changing. Light by light, ledger by ledger… they feast while my family bleeds. They think this is the end of me. They don’t know what waits in the dark.

He sat cross-legged on the jagged stone ledge, wind biting his face, moonlight making the city’s glass spires look like a field of cold teeth. Below, City S had become an entirely different beast — fortunes inflated into impossible numbers overnight, new flags flown, new armies hired, new shadows hired for protection. The world smelled of metal and minted greed.

Fury Sprite (soft, amused): You watch them like a man watching a stage. Enough. Time for the real work. Time for hard training, boy.

Aarya (standing, voice small but steady): What are we going to do now? What kind of training?

The Sprite looked at him, and in that gaze Aarya felt tiny sparks of approval — a white thread of hope in his hollow chest: focus, commitment, the kind that had been tempered by pain.

Fury Sprite: We leave this mountain. We go where men are made. Where time is sharpened into steel. Where a real man grew stronger in the darkest side of the Shadows, silently, hidden form the whole world and do train alone.

Aarya (quick, instinctive): Where? This place is perfect — the government’s safety net-line, no one dares cross. I can watch City S from here. Keep my eyes on the enemies. Use their movement as fuel for training.

Fury Sprite (cold): You think hiding in plain sight is the same as training in shadow? You’ve been here for thirty days and you still think corners are safe. You came. You explored. Someone else could come. You would be surprised how quickly curiosity — and greed — crosses lines.

Aarya faltered for a heartbeat, the truth of the sprite’s tone like a knife. He swallowed and asked the question he had been both hoping and fearing to hear.

Aarya: Where are we going then? What kind of training? What are we going to do?

The Sprite’s ancient gaze lingered. It saw in him something fragile yet sharp—a faint white light of hope, a dead-serious focus, and a will that refused to break, no matter how pathetic his body was.

Fury Sprite (final): The Void.

Aarya (half-laughing, half-skeptical): The Void? What is that — some fairytale cave? Sounds… irregular. Shady. Like all your tricks.

Fury Sprite (snapping): Watch your tongue. Do you want training or words?

Aarya (soft, nodding): I want it. I do. Take me.

City S — The Other Side

While Aarya prepared to leave, the city convulsed and reshaped itself.

Iravya’s house: A cataclysmic rise. Overnight wealth: 10,999 quintillion → 50,000 octillion. Mines, islands, private fleets, jets, and a private army — the Chandraketu Vansh(Main Female lead family and Dynasty) became a kingdom of money and iron. Over a thousand elite shadow-assassin bodyguards were hired for Iravya’s protection. The city whispered about invincible security and unseen blades.

Rudratantra: (Main male lead family and Dynasty) Ruptured. The family reserves collapsed from 500,000 septillions → 100,000 septillions. Companies survived only by political salvage. The dynasty’s name still carried fear — but it was ragged fear now, stretched thin.

Enemies: Mafias, corrupt officers, greedy heirs — all trained harder. They ranked themselves in fierce sects: A, S, SS, SSS, Z — preparing for the new era. Fortune had made them reckless; training made them dangerous.

Parallel — Iravya (in private, day 25):

She had sworn in silence. She had not believed the headlines that Aarya was dead. The locket — the identical locket he’d once given her — still warmed against the skin beneath her dress. She hid it from her parents and the world. She enrolled in the Ranked 7S sect. She learned to break an enemy’s will the way a surgeon pulls a rotten tooth. The pain had been a teacher; revenge now tasted like iron on her tongue. She would take this fight personally. She would be the blade.

(Unseen by her — Aarya’s locket had been lost in the river months earlier. The connection she clung to was already severed; she clung to belief anyway.)

Approach to the Void

At dusk, Aarya climbed down from the mountain. The Sprite opened a black slit between stones — a gate that swallowed light. The air around it smelled of ozone and old rain; a pressure thrummed through his bones.

Aarya (quiet, looking back): One last look at City S. I’ll be back.

He let the city sink into the valley of lights and stepped forward as the Fury Sprite drew back into the gate. They slipped through together, and the world folded into a pocket of unnatural, absolute dark.

Inside the Void — First Breath

The gate slammed. Silence hit like a physical thing.

Fury Sprite (serious): Listen. The Void is not your world. Time, energy, temperature, gravity — they obey different laws here. Pay attention.

Aarya staggered — as if the sky had doubled its weight. For a moment his knees gave. The dark aura in him flared, holding him upright.

Aarya (gasping): This gravity… it’s crushing. How am I—

Fury Sprite (curious, impressed): You stood within a minute. Adaptability. Potential. Good. Listen closely:

Time dilation: Sprite (lying): “One day here equals one day on Earth. Don’t worry—you won’t age faster than your world. The risk is only the pain you can endure.”

Exponential gravity & temperature: The longer you remain, the stronger gravity and heat become — increasing as xⁿ where x = days. Each day multiplies pressure and force. Pain will be amplified; endurance will be forged.

Energy feedback loop: The Void does not waste energy — energy you expend doubles back as fuel. Burn, and you will find power returned doubled. It is dangerous: misuse will annihilate you. Learn to channel.

Temporal risk: A day here ages not just the body but the spirit. You may return to Earth a day older but decades stronger — or you may be lost to time if you cannot anchor yourself.

Aarya (steadying his breath): I understand. I will be careful. I will not waste a single beat.

Fury Sprite (tone hard, like flint): You will train until pain becomes familiar. Until memory of pain is a tool, not a wound. Section One begins — endurance and adaptation. Do not cry out. Do not seek pity. Only those who survive the Void’s truth will become the kind of man who can carry vengeance like a blade.

Aarya’s chest tightened with a mixture of fear and hunger. He felt, for the first time since the river, a raw excitement — not for violence itself, but for the discipline to wield it.

Aarya (thought): I will not be the weak boy again. For my blood, for my sisters, for the family dragged out of their house — I will rise.