As the storm of conflict settled and the skies calmed, Ravana stood at the edge of a shattered temple beneath the ruins of time itself. Here, beyond mortal knowledge and divine surveillance, lay the Vault of Remembrance, where only one with Asura blood could unlock the past.
Lucifer, from afar, whispered, "He's going to awaken what even gods have buried."
Murugan crossed his arms. "It's time we face what we once called myth."
Ravana placed his palm upon the ancient slab, glowing with pulsating red runes. The vault opened, revealing a mirror of stardust. Not a reflection of his body—but of his soul.
Visions struck him like lightning:
A time before gods ruled.
A time when Ashura—beings born of pure elemental will—walked the worlds as Nature's First Defenders.
They weren't monsters.
They were the first minds, born from the chaotic elements, crafted by the world to defend itself against the earliest gods—who tried to mold creation for their own order. The gods sought dominion. The Ashuras stood for freedom.
Ravana, once known by another name, was the Seventh Thought, the warrior of cognition—master of all weaponry and artifacts, capable of reconfiguring celestial tools with thought alone.
But the gods branded them rebels.
Declared them failed prototypes.
And when humanity was born, molded to obey the divine, the Ashuras were cast into shadows. Called demons. Monsters. Villains.
"I remember now…" Ravana murmured.
A glowing spirit appeared beside him—a true Asura, ancient and proud.
"You were not created to destroy, Ravana. You were created to remember."
"Then why was I cast down?" he asked.
"Because you chose will over worship. And now, the gods fear what you know."
Ravana's body surged with deep crimson light. His dark energy stabilized into a calm, pulsating aura—the Primordial Willforce of Ashura origin. He wasn't just powerful. He was the bridge between weapon and soul.
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the vault—one older than time.
"You have reclaimed your memory, Ravana. But memory is not power. Are you ready to reclaim your purpose?"
Ravana stood firm. "I will confront the Ten Commitments. Not as a god's enemy. Not as a fallen king. But as an Asura reborn."