Episode 1: The Cracks in the Sky
One thousand years ago, the sky cracked open. Portals—vast, glowing circles radiating a sinister purple aura—began appearing around the world. Mankind, though advanced in technology, stood in awe and terror. The day the first portal appeared, people froze in the streets, pointing their devices and screaming as enormous rifts tore through the sky.
From these portals came monstrous beings: grotesque goblins, demonic fiends, and lords among them—devils. These entities swept through cities and forests, attacking with ruthless intent. The world spiraled into chaos. In humanity's darkest hour, humans started to awaken because of there power of adaptably as they adapt to the surrounding and started full fledged attack against this unknown species ,in this darkest hour strange allies emerged: aliens, advanced beings from beyond the stars, who extended their hand in alliance.
However, they didn't give their powers to humans. Instead, they bestowed their energies upon animals, awakening ancient beasts of legend—Pegasus, Chimera, Leviathans. These mystic creatures were granted a world of their own, where they roamed free. It is known as the Beast Realm Humans, in turn, entered this world to bond with them, forming contracts and training to fight the monster invaders.
Some humans awakened to incredible powers, inheriting the strength of constellations and ancient gods. They were called the Inheritors. They stood as defenders against the devouring hordes. Though the monsters initially dominated, the awakened humans—armed with divine relics and celestial energy—fought back.
Eventually, they created a realm between the human and monster world to act as a barrier. Yet the threat never ended. Monster boulders periodically crashed through the sky, bringing chaos. The world was split: the Monster Territory and the Human Territory. That was 1000 years ago.
Episode 2: The Flame Within
Prologue: Two Years of Silence
The mountain temple stood like a forgotten god's grave—high above the clouds, wrapped in mist and echoing silence untouched by war.Only two beings lived there.
One was a boy with eyes like storm-tossed oceans.
The other was the man who broke him and rebuilt him, day by day.
Master Kai never shouted. He didn't need to. His presence carried weight heavier than boulders, and his words—few as they were—were never wasted.
"Again."
The boy's fists struck the stone dummy again, despite the blood.
"Breathe. Feel the current, not just the impact."
The boy stood beneath a waterfall, legs trembling, his aura flickering with raw purple light. It was untamed. Wild. But it was growing.
For two full years, the boy trained under Kai. There was no comfort. No rest. Only repetition, pain, and quiet discipline.
And yet, in that silence, something ancient stirred inside him.
Chapter 1: The Night It Roared
The wind changed that evening.
It was the kind of wind that didn't belong to the mountain. It howled—not through trees, but through the bones of the earth.
The boy stood outside the temple, hands wrapped in cloth, watching the distant sky flicker purple.
"Master?" he asked, instinct tensing.
Kai stepped beside him, eyes narrowing.
"It's coming."
The roar that followed shattered the sky.
A creature emerged—massive, cloaked in shadow, its limbs dripping black flame and corruption. It was an SS-ranked monster, one that should not have come this close.
Kai stepped forward, drawing a thin blade from behind his robes.
"Stay back."
He charged. The boy watched, fists clenched.
But even Master Kai, in his old age, was beginning to falter. The monster's strength overwhelmed him. His blade cracked. Blood splattered the stones.
Kai gritted his teeth. "Don't interfere!"
But the boy stepped forward, ignoring the order.
Rage, fear, and instinct all collided.
A deep rumble echoed from within him.
Suddenly, black-purple flames surged around his feet. From his shadow rose a colossal dragon—its eyes glowing, its form transparent yet real. A Spirit Guardian, born from the boy's soul.
The dragon roared, drowning out the monster's screech. In seconds, it dove forward, clashing with the SS-rank fiend. The fight ended quickly—the monster's body was incinerated, leaving behind only scorched ground and smoke.
The dragon slowly dissolved, curling back into the boy's body.
Kai lay on the ground, bleeding, staring at the boy in disbelief.
He forced a pained smile.
"You did well."
He coughed, then added, "That dragon… it's not just power. It's a Spirit Guardian. Yours. You've inherited more than skill. You've been chosen."
The boy knelt by him. "I don't understand…"
Kai closed his eyes briefly. "It's rare… but some warriors develop spirits born from their deepest will. Yours… is terrifying. Beautiful, but terrifying."
He opened his eyes. "Tell me… did you name it?"
The boy shook his head.
"Then think carefully. Its name will echo in the heavens one day.
Chapter 2:The Truth of Spiritual Powers
A quiet wind whispered across the plateau as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of gold and violet. The boy, now twelve, sat cross-legged before Master Kai, who stood with a weathered scroll in one hand and his staff in the other.
"You've awakened your spirit. You've faced battle. But now… it's time to understand the power within," Kai said solemnly.
The boy looked up.
"What do you mean, Master?"
Kai unrolled the scroll, revealing ancient symbols glowing faintly with energy.
"Spiritual powers," he said, "are not magic or brute force. They are the gifts, faculties, and forces that connect you with the divine, the cosmic, the unseen world."
He continued, pacing slowly.
"They come in many forms…"
Master Kai's Explanation:
Spiritual Gifts:
"Some are born with talents to heal, lead, or protect. Others receive them from fate, or spirits, or gods. These gifts are meant to help others, not rule them."
Spiritual Faculties:
"Faith. Mindfulness. Concentration. Insight. Wisdom. These are the roots of all true power. Without them, you are just a vessel for chaos."
Supernatural Powers:
"Some, like you, can summon spirit beasts. Others can heal wounds with a thought, or see glimpses of the future."
Ashta Siddhi: Kai pointed to the scroll.
"There are eight divine powers spoken of in the ancient texts. Shrinking to the size of a speck, growing to a mountain, obtaining any object, even bending nature to your will."
Spiritual Authority:
"True spiritual power is not loud. It does not boast. It commands respect… simply by existing."
Kai knelt beside the boy and placed the scroll in his hands.
"You will begin your next training by discovering your dominant spiritual gift. Meditate. Search inward. Only then will you start to contro your own fate.
Chapter 3: Awakening Within
The wind grew still.
Master Kai's final words echoed in the boy's heart. He sat alone beneath a twisted tree, deep within the training grounds. Night had fallen, stars scattered across the sky like ancient watchers of fate. His eyes were closed, but his spirit reached outward… and inward.
"Meditate. Search inward."
His breath slowed. He remembered every fight, every lesson, every bruise on his knuckles and fire in his heart.
Suddenly—he felt it.
A presence
He felt,
Something deeper.
A light glowing inside his chest, pulsing like a heartbeat, but not his own. An image formed in his mind—a radiant flame surrounded by constellations, each star connected to a different part of him. His body warmed, and his vision shifted into a void-like space.
Chapter4:Ashta siddhi
[Spirit Realm Vision]
He stood in a world of stars, and before him, eight orbs floated—each representing a Siddhi, a divine trait. A voice, ancient and echoing, spoke:
"You are chosen, not by fate—but by will. Choose now, the path you will walk."
Each orb revealed a symbol:
Anima – shrink into nothingness
Mahima – become as vast as the sky
Prapti – reach anything, anywhere
Vashita – influence others
Prakamya – realize your inner desires
Ishita – control the elements
Laghima – become weightless, faster than light
Garima – unmovable strength .
The MC reached toward it. The orb burst into golden light.
Suddenly—he gasped, opening his eyes in the physical world. The ground around him shifted. Small gusts of wind swirled in reverence. Lightning crackled faintly in the air.
Chapter5:Eight orbs
Back in the Real World
Master Kai approached, calm but wide-eyed.
"So… Ishita. You've inherited the gift to command nature's wrath. A rare path." That's epic! Giving the main character all eight Ashta Siddhi will make him a legendary figure in your universe—possibly a chosen one or a rare anomaly not seen in thousands of years. Here's how we can frame this in the story:
The spirit realm trembled.
As the boy stood in the center of the void, the eight orbs swirled around him—each representing an ancient divine power. In every age, only one power could be inherited per person. But this time, the orbs didn't compete.
They aligned.
A chorus of celestial voices echoed across the stars:
"He is not of one gift. He is the convergence. The bearer of all eight."
The eight orbs—Anima, Mahima, Garima, Laghima, Prapti, Prakamya, Ishita, Vashita—spiraled into him one by one. Each brought a storm of power and memory: After that a light sparked and in the real world master kai which siddi you inherit The boy choose to only say ishita then master kai say Ishita ..that's very rare now you will learn mastering it
Anima: He felt his body vanish into the wind.
Mahima: He expanded, becoming one with the stars.
Garima: The weight of a mountain surged through his bones.
Laghima: He became lighter than air, faster than lightning.
Prapti: He touched a star far across the galaxy.
Prakamya: His deepest desire became a glowing flame.
Ishita: Fire, water, earth, and air danced to his breath.
Vashita: The very void around him bent to his will.
Back in the Physical Realm
The earth split beneath him. The sky cracked, briefly revealing the same constellation-ringed void. Kai fell to one knee, stunned. That's an excellent twist! Having Master Kai believe the MC only awakened Ishita while the MC hides the truth from even him.
Chapter 6: The Truth Buried in Silence
The forest was silent except for the slow, rhythmic breath of the boy sitting cross-legged beneath the sacred tree. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, dancing across his skin. His eyes were closed, but within his mind, a storm raged.
"Focus," Master Kai's voice was calm but firm. "Ishita is the rarest of Siddhis. To command nature, you must become one with it. Don't force it. Feel it."
The boy nodded, breathing slowly.
Inside, he wasn't just feeling Ishita.
He was commanding it. But more than that—he was hiding everything else.
He recalled his first contact with the spirit realm… the flash of symbols… eight flames surrounding him… their voices echoing through eternity.
But he never told Kai.
He couldn't.
Kai, old but sharp, stood a few paces away, sensing only the surface. "He's talented," he thought. "To be blessed with Ishita this young… It is my duty to help him master it before the world sees."
Every morning, they trained by the river.
Every evening, they meditated in the cave of echoes.
But every night, the MC entered the deeper planes of consciousness, where time flowed differently. Where he honed all eight Siddhis—alone.
Not out of arrogance.
But because he feared what they meant.
"If even Master Kai knew… would he still look at me the same way?"
He wasn't ready for that answer.
So he smiled and said nothing.
Chapter 7: The Summoning of the Spiritual Weapon
The crisp mountain air swirled around them as Master Kai stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sunrise. The young warrior stood beside him, his breathing calm, his aura serene.
"You've come far," Kai finally said, his voice like distant thunder. "Your command over Ishita is flawless. I feel it in the wind, see it in how the trees bend when you speak."
The boy nodded silently.
Master Kai turned to face him fully. "Now comes the next step in your awakening—your spiritual weapon."
The wind stopped.
For a moment, the forest held its breath.
Kai raised his palm, revealing an old scroll wrapped in spiritual bindings. "This is the Call of the Spirit Armament, an ancient ritual only performed once the body, mind, and spirit are aligned."
The boy's eyes narrowed. "So it's time?"
Kai nodded. "Yes. Every awakened soul has a weapon bound to their essence. Yours lies waiting in the realm between light and void. But be warned—it chooses you. If you are not ready, it will reject you."
They stepped into the Celestial Altar, a ring of sacred stones where time itself felt slower.
Kai chanted. The air shimmered.
A portal of white flame erupted from the ground, pulling the boy's spirit in. His body remained still—but his soul drifted into the Armament Plane, where forgotten weapons floated across an infinite sky.
Suddenly, a weapon began to descend.
Not a sword. Not a bow.
A shifting, morphing weapon—changing form like water. From blade to staff to chains, finally settling as a black glaive etched in starlight.
Its name whispered into his mind: "Tenrai no Yari" — The Divine Spear.
He gripped it, and the energy surged through him. It recognized his hidden strength. It knew of the other Siddhis.
When he opened his eyes, the weapon stood beside him, levitating.
Kai gasped, unsure how a boy with only Ishita could summon such a weapon.
"Master," the boy said calmly, hiding his truth. "I think it likes me.":
Chapter 8: The Shifting of the Divine Spear
Days passed since the Divine Spear had chosen him. The weapon, known as Tenrai no Yari, remained by his side like a loyal shadow—hovering when idle, striking with precision in training. Its celestial edge could cut through boulders as if slicing silk.
But deep within, the boy knew something was changing.
The spear pulsed at night. It resonated when he meditated. It whispered in languages even his mind couldn't grasp.
One night, under the silver gaze of the moon, he stood atop a cliff, the wind weaving through his cloak. He held the spear to the sky, letting its energy breathe with the stars.
Suddenly— CRACK.
A beam of light erupted from the spear's core. The divine metal trembled in his hand, the sky itself seemed to react, and before he could react—
The spear began to shift.
Its long, elegant form coiled inward like a ribbon of light.
It folded, re-shaped, compressed—until it wasn't a spear at all.
It was a sword. Not ordinary, not simple— A celestial longsword, its blade etched with moving constellations, its hilt wrapped in black flame.
Master Kai, sensing the transformation, arrived at dawn and stared in awe.
"This… this shouldn't be possible," he said quietly.
The boy looked up, his eyes calm. "It chose to change," he replied.
Kai took a slow step forward. "You're no ordinary wielder… Your bond with your spiritual power, your spirit… it's deeper than I imagined. This weapon is not just divine. It's living.
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Chapter 9: Gateway to the Beast Realm
Master Kai stood in silent awe, the newly transformed Divine Sword glowing gently in the boy's grasp. A smile flickered across his aged face—a mixture of pride, mystery, and anticipation.
"It is time," he said solemnly, turning his back. "You've awakened your spiritual power, mastered Ishita, and now bear a weapon not just blessed—but chosen. There's one thing left."
The boy tilted his head slightly. Kai looked over his shoulder. "Your Beast Companion."
Together they walked to a sacred altar deep within the mountains. Ancient runes shimmered faintly on the ground as Kai raised his hand, and the earth trembled.
From the center of the circle, a portal of blue fire and golden vines began to twist open—its heart pulsing with primal energy. It was a rift not just through space, but through planes of existence.
The Beast Realm.
"A world where awakened beasts dwell—divine, fierce, untamed. You won't be able to choose one. They will choose you," said Kai.
The boy looked into the swirling gateway, his eyes unwavering.
"What kind of beasts live there?" he asked.
Kai's voice was low, serious. "Beings born from forgotten legends… Celestial tigers, thunder serpents, wind phoenixes... and some that have never been named by humans."
The boy tightened his grip on his sword and stepped into the light.
Chapter 10 (Continued): The Path Chosen Alone
Under the towering moonlit trees outside the sacred gate, Master Kai stood tall, his aged hand resting on the hilt of his staff as the main character prepared to step into the Beast Realm.
"From here, you must walk alone," Kai said, his voice calm but heavy. "Every awakened being must forge their own bond. The beast you choose—or that chooses you—will reflect your soul."
The boy looked up, uncertainty in his eyes.
"But… what if it doesn't accept me?"
Kai smiled faintly, eyes gleaming beneath his hood. "Then you will grow stronger until it does. Or find another who truly mirrors your spirit. This realm is filled with ancient creatures—noble, ruthless, wise, and wild. You won't return the same person."
He turned away.
"You've mastered your spiritual power. You've forged your divine weapon. Now go, and prove your spirit."
Without another word, the main character stepped toward the swirling vortex. The portal to the Beast Realm opened, pulsing with power.
He took one last glance at Kai, nodded, then stepped through—alone.
Chapter 11: The Shadow in the Fog
The Beast Realm was vast, wilder than anything the main character had imagined. He wandered through whispering forests of glowing vines, across rivers of liquid starlight, and beneath skies painted with auroras that moved like living beings.
He encountered many beasts—majestic, powerful, terrifying.
A silver-winged lion that vanished the moment he approached.
A serpent made of crystal, coiled around a tree of lightning.
A phoenix that burned so bright, the sky trembled with its cry.
But none of them spoke to his spirit.
And then... it happened.
In the thick mist of a silent clearing, he felt it—a chill that wasn't cold, but ancient. The light dimmed. The leaves froze in midair. Everything became still.
From the mist, a shape moved.
No growl. No sound.
Just a shadow—tall, cloaked in darkness, with eyes that glowed faintly like dying embers.
The boy instinctively reached for his sword.
But the shadow didn't attack. It simply stood.
Watching.
Waiting.
He called out, "Are you… a beast?"
The shadow said nothing. But the pressure in the air intensified, as if the entire realm were holding its breath.
Then a voice—not heard, but felt inside his mind—echoed:
"You are not ready… but you will be."
And just like that, the shadow vanished, leaving only silence—and a question burning in his heart.
Chapter 11: The Shadow Phoenix
The mist coiled around him like a living thing as the main character stepped deeper into the heart of the Beast Realm. Every step felt like a whisper, a breath held by the realm itself.
Then, through the stillness—he saw it.
A shadow moving, slow and deliberate.
Not walking. Not flying.
Gliding.
Its wings stretched wide—massive, but not feathered. Like smoke shaped by thought, shifting in the windless air. Its form was avian, yes, but not of light.
It was a phoenix of shadow.
Not a bird of fire, but of rebirth through darkness, of dying stars and forgotten memories. It radiated power not through heat, but through gravity, pulling his spirit inward.
The main character's hand trembled at his sword. But he didn't draw it.
He stared into the creature's deep purple eyes, which glowed with cold wisdom.
"I am no beast," the shadow phoenix spoke inside his mind, its voice like a chorus of echoing embers. "I am what comes after the fire. I am the shadow that follows light."
He felt his spirit quake—not with fear, but recognition.
This was not a monster. It was a mirror.
A test.
And perhaps… his destiny
Chapter 12: The Pact of Shadow and Flame
The Beast Realm had gone deathly silent.
The air grew dense, shadows stretching unnaturally as the dark phoenix flared its wings. Mist spiraled around its towering figure, coalescing into solid tendrils that cracked the ground with pressure alone.
"Fight me," the shadow phoenix intoned. "If you win, I shall serve you. But if you fall—your soul becomes mine."
The main character didn't hesitate. He took a breath… Let his aura settle… And drew his divine sword, now reborn from spear into blade—radiant with subtle power. Ishita's aura flickered behind his eyes like the winds of the divine.
The battle began.
Dark wings slammed into the ground, sending out a shockwave. The phoenix struck like lightning—fast, brutal, relentless. Its talons turned into claws of void, sweeping the realm into a swirl of black winds.
The MC dodged, slid under a wing, and countered with a sharp arc of his blade—cutting through shadow, reading the beast's patterns, calculating every move.
He wasn't just fighting. He was studying. Learning.
Minutes passed. His body bore cuts, exhaustion threatening to surface—but his mind was calm.
One flash of insight. One divine breath.
He unleashed Ishita—not in full, just enough to bend the natural force around him. His strike became weightless… and unstoppable.
He pierced through the phoenix's shadow chest—light and dark colliding.
With a deafening cry, the phoenix stumbled… then dropped.
Defeated.
Its form coiled back into mist, and in its place stood a tall, shadowy figure with glowing purple eyes, kneeling.
"You have bested me," the voice echoed, deeper now. "I am Erevos—the Celestial Shadow Phoenix, SS+ rank, born from the ashes of dying universes. My power is yours, master."
The MC stood silently, his blade lowered. He didn't smile. He didn't speak.
But something in his spirit had changed.
He was no longer just a boy training with a master. He was a chosen one… with a shadow to command.
As he master the beast he quickly understood with this presence of the beast it would not be safe for them so he asked can you transform
Immediately a lightning struck on the beast and he transferred into a white deer who has wings with blue aura,
A mark now burned across his back—a phoenix with wings spread wide, eyes glowing violet.
A soft whisper echoed from within.
"I am yours… . child of all siddhi Until the end of stars."
Do you choose me
The boy started walking slowly
And whispered
I accept you
Back in the Real World
Through the portal the boy came.
Master Kai stepped forward as the boy emerged—silent, marked, and changed.
He stumbled slightly, but caught himself. Behind him, the faint image of the Celestial beast hovered, watching, guarding.
Kai's eyes widened. "That beast… I've only heard of it in legend. A creature that's been unseen since the age of gods."
The boy looked up, his voice low.
"I didn't tame it," he said. "I… resonated."
Kai could only nod.
"There's no more I can teach you," he whispered.
"But your path is just beginning.
Master Kai's Farewell
Kai's gaze lingered on the faint silhouette of the Celestial beast returning to the boy.
"There is nothing more I can teach you," he said softly, voice tinged with finality.
The boy clenched his fists. "That's not true. There are things only you can teach me. Things not written in scrolls or taught in academies."
Kai gave a rare smile, quiet and sorrowful. "And yet… my role was never to walk your entire path. Only to guide you to its first gate."
He reached into his robe and handed the boy a sealed scroll. Its seal glowed with spiritual energy.
"This will grant you admission to the Astral Academy. It's where your next steps lie. Among others like you… and dangers far greater than what you faced here."
The boy hesitated. "But I have to train. There's still so much I don't understand."
Kai rested a hand on his shoulder. "Then learn by walking forward."
Six Months Later
The mountain temple stood quiet beneath the violet-tinted sky. The boy's training had grown fiercer. Faster. Sharper.
But his heart remained restless.
That night, the winds howled unnaturally. Clouds circled above like an omen. When he entered the meditation chamber, something felt off.
Kai's presence was gone.
The incense had burned to ash. The room was cold. Empty.
Only a single note remained on the altar:
"Your wings have formed. I will not be the cage that binds them.
—K."
The boy stood there, unmoving, the silent cry of him
echoing through his soul.
"…Then I'll fly.