"Ravi… are you calm now?" Riya whispered, her voice shaking a little as her hand cupped the side of his face. Her fingers brushed away the faint traces of golden energy still sparking in his eyes.
Ravi didn't say anything for a long time. His chest rose and fell, the heat in his exhalation dissipating. He raised his eyes — eyes clearing like a storm pulling back to reveal the sky. He saw everyone in the room — the Omniscients, the Elders, the priests — all silent, their divine forms shimmering faintly against the fractured air. But Ravi's gaze did not linger on them. It passed over all… and alighted upon the ancient statue in the center of the chamber — that depicting the First Creator, hands raised as if holding the heavens apart.
He drew in a slow, steady breath and then turned back to Riya. "Yes," he said quietly. "I'm. fine now. I lost control for a second."
Riya breathed, but inwardly her thoughts were racing. Ravi never loses control… unless something touches his soul.
She knew this better than anyone. There were only a few things in existence that could shake him — and all of them were people he loved. Herself. Their firstborn son, Rane. And their newborn, Aadi.
Her eyes widened a little as realization hit her. Aadi…
She wheeled around, scanning the room. Across the hall, in the now-quivering silence, the priest still stood with the sleeping child in his arms, oblivious to the storm that had just passed by divinity itself.
She crossed the room lightly, every step firm. The air seemed to freeze; nobody even dared to breathe. Even the Omniscients, who could bend galaxies to their whim, stood immobile-as if her movement carried a divine weight upon it.
The priest blinked in confusion. "M–Madam?" he stammered as she stopped before him.
Riya looked down at Aadi, the small child laced in silver silk, sleeping peacefully as if untouched by the chaos that had erupted moments before. Her voice turned soft: "Give Aadi to me."
The priest hesitated, unsure of what to do. His eyes darted toward Elder Elena.
Elena watched in silence and finally nodded, keeping her tone very calm and firm. "Yes. Give the child to Riya. She is his mother."
The priest did not hesitate anymore. In trepidation, he handed the infant to her. Riya's hands glowed faintly, her divine aura wrapping softly around Aadi as she held him close. She turned back, her eyes darting towards Ravi in one quick moment, then walked back to stand beside him. The room was silent, save the soft cooing of the child.
Those gathered, even the Omniscients — beings of unimaginable might — held their breath. Those that knew Riya's true power, those who had seen what she once did felt a familiar chill crawl up their spine.
Omniscient Vael, clad in silver and solemn, of the Solar System Titanum, whispered under his breath, "The Flute of Silence… she once froze time itself across three universes, didn't she?
Beside him, Omniscient Nyx of the Erebus Nebula murmured back in a tone that was like a velvet thread of darkness. "Indeed. And another time, she destroyed two whole universes that belonged to the Transfigure Race. All life… erased in a song.
Their voices died into the stillness. None of them seemed to want to speak louder, as if even a word might provoke yet another storm.
But Riya did not say a word. Her face was calm, composed — yet her heart was aflame with questions. She did not know what had happened before she came into the room, but she felt the fallout from what had happened. The tension. Time's flow ruptured. The faintest of echoes of Ravi's sealed power shaking the very laws of reality.
Something monumental had happened — and the presence of the Court's representatives confirmed it.
A long silence stretched, heavy and divine, until it was finally broken with a low exhale.
It was Omniscient King Varan, the newly arrived authority whose golden crown shone with cosmic runes. When he finally spoke, his voice carried the weight of judgment itself.
"Enough waiting," he said calmly. "Let us begin."
At his command, every Omniscient in the chamber moved. With precise synchronization, they spread across the gigantic room in a perfect circle around the statue and the central table. Their bodies were emitting faint glows because each color represents a different universe law they personified.
He then looked toward the two figures standing near the far wall; the divine judges, from the realm of Nyaylok-the Universe of Law.
Both nodded back in a silent acknowledgement and stepped forward.
In perfect harmony, the two judges extended their arms, and sparks of pale gold light started to coalesce in their hands, forming two large hammers out of pure law-energy.
The older judge, with voice as thunder, declared:
"In the name of Lord Brahma, we — Hari and Ram, the dual arbiters of Nyaylok — call upon the Laws of Creation!"
And with one strike against the table, a blinding surge of energy pulsed through the floor.
The whole chamber began to shake.
The golden engravings on the walls shattered and floated upward, like shards of glass suspended in light. Reality itself seemed to ripple, as if the very structure of the room had twisted apart and begun re-forming into something altogether new.
The three statue was left untouched, shining soft, as if giving its blessings. As it did, cosmic dust swirled into whirlpools around it, reconstructing matter, light, and dimension into another creation.
Then came the second strike.
The impact boomed like the heartbeat of the universe. The ceiling split open, showing a sky teeming with drifting constellations. The ground fractured and lifted, forming circular plates of floating marble. In the center of it was a colossal bench of white-gold stone, the symbol of divine judgment.
Where once a council room had stood, there now floated a Court of the Gods.
One by one, the beings gathered here found their appointed places — as though the Court knew who belonged where.
Before them stood the two judges, Hari and Ram, upon their thrones — massive seats inscribed with runes of Truth and Karma. Flanking them were two Royal Omniscient Lords, serving as divine enforcers.
Ravi Vishwadhikari stood in the guilt box, silent and still, the faint shimmer of his power still present upon him, repressed by unseen chains made up of divine light.
The Seven Twilight Lords themselves took their places as jurors, each an Omniscient Load of immense rank, their eyes glowing with judgmental fire.
To the left sat Elder Elena and Omniscient Raj in the defense corner, whispering quietly, their expressions grave.
On the right sat Riya, her arms clasping Aadi, composed and inscrutable, serene as still water cloaking a maelstrom. This was the Prosecution Corner.
The Omniscients Vael and Nyx sat quietly in the spectator's gallery, their divine aura suppressed, along with the priest.
Outside, there formed a circular barrier of light from the Omniscient that surrounded the entire floating court and protected it from any interference from outside.
Between Ravi and the judges Omni- king Varen sitted putting one leg over another.
The divine energy vibrated within the air. Through the walls, a faint echo of Brahma's mantra, barely an intonation, was felt rather than sung.
At this, one of the two Royal Omniscient Lords stepped forward; his voice was amplified with divine resonance.
"Courtroom proceedings for Ravi Vishwadhikari, under charges of Vedan Rule 45000 and 53420-to wit, stopping space and time over seven solar systems and attempting to break his divine seal-will begin in two hours.
His tone turned heavier as his eyes scanned the room.
"The Defence and the Prosecution shall prepare their counsel. The accused is forbidden to leave this domain. The Prosecutor Riya Vishwadhikari is permitted to contact any being outside of this planet until the trial ends.
After that, there was silence — a great stillness without end.
Those words seemed to hang in the air like some sort of celestial decree, plain on the face of things, and quite impossible to ignore. Ravi said nothing. He just stood there, his face a mask — but deep within, a storm raged. Riya clutched Aadi a little closer, her gaze darting briefly to his face. She didn't know what awaited them next. She only knew that everything — their fate, their bonding, perhaps even their existence — now depended upon what was about to take place in this court of gods. Around them, stars beyond the cracked ceiling shone dimly. The chamber floated in a black void with drifting nebulae and glowing symbols — the Cosmic Tribunal, where truth had no hiding place. And as the faint echo of hammers died away, the last sentence rang like prophecy:
"The meeting has transformed into a courtroom - and now Ravi is at risk."
The court room starts.