The stadium was silent for a moment before the Captains stood up one by one. Seeing Rudra's god-like power, they conceded the match. Rudra's squad was officially recognized as the highest support group in the RSS. As they returned to their base, every soldier stood at attention and saluted Rudra—the man who came back from the dead.
Back in their room, Subash and Rudra were deep in thought. "How did a Tier-1 Demon break into an External Dimension stadium?" Rudra asked, his eyes narrowing. Subash nodded, "Leave the investigation to me, Rudra."
Just then, Surya rushed in. "Sir, Kamal is crying! He won't stop asking for his toys." Rudra smiled, went out, and brought a toy car for him. Kamal hugged the car, but then looked at Rudra and Isha. "I want to sleep with you both tonight," he insisted. Isha teased him saying no, but Rudra laughed and pulled him in. "Of course, little hero."
As Kamal fell asleep between his Akka and Bava, he whispered, "I want to be strong like you, Bava." Rudra's heart melted. Soon, his entire family gathered there, still shaken by the demon attack. "Stay here tonight," Rudra said, providing them the safety they needed.
Later that night, Subash and the General called Rudra outside. "We found something," Subash whispered. "There is a man out there... a being with Zero Body but filled with hundreds of powerful souls. He is the one who let the demon in."
As Rudra stepped out to investigate, a 12-year-old girl approached him. She looked tired but determined. "Do you know where Rudra is?" she asked.
Rudra looked at her, confused. "I am Rudra. Why?"
"Because... you are my brother," she said softly.
Rudra was shocked. "I don't have a sister. Prove it."
The girl pulled out an old, faded photograph. It was Grandpa Prasad holding a young Rudra and this little girl. She then showed him a letter from the Grandpa: "I hid her because they were hunting our bloodline. Rudra, save her."
Still skeptical, Rudra took a knife and made a tiny cut on his finger. His blood glowed red, reacting to her presence. The biological connection was undeniable. "What is your name?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"And do you know our parents' names?"
The girl looked him in the eye. "Our father's name is Shivaji and our mother is Devi."
Rudra froze. The man he had seen climbing the mountain in his visions... that was his father! Isha and the others who were watching were stunned. The resemblance was striking—she looked exactly like a younger version of Rudra.
"My name is Pravalika," she said.
Karthik stepped forward, checking the records and the energy signature. "Rudra... she's telling the truth. She is your biolThe atmosphere in the room was a mix of confusion and sibling rivalry. Pravalika looked at Isha with narrowed eyes. "Wait... why are you sleeping next to my brother?" she demanded.
Isha smiled awkwardly, "Because... well, he is my husband, Pravalika."
Pravalika pouted, looking at Rudra with mock anger. "Brother! How could you get married without me? I should have been the one to choose your bride!" She then turned her attention to the rest of the team. Surya, trying to lighten the mood, jokingly challenged her.
"Let's see if the sister is as strong as the brother," Surya laughed, tossing a small, harmless fireball toward her.
Suddenly, the air went cold. Pravalika's eyes turned pitch black, identical to Rudra's. The fireball didn't just miss—it stopped dead in mid-air, frozen by an invisible force.
Rudra stood up, shocked. "Pravalika... how did you use that skill?"
"It's our mother's power, brother," she replied calmly. "Only you and I can use this specific Eye Power."
Sai and Jaswanth looked down, feeling a bit left out. "Does that mean we aren't part of the bloodline?" they asked sadly. Karthik stepped forward, checking his ancient scrolls. "No! You both are Rudra's true brothers. You carry the same lineage, and you too will unlock your own unique eye powers soon."
Surya stood frozen, unable to move his fireball. Pravalika continued, "We can only unlock our father's full power after we cross 18. Right now, I can use 50% of Mom's power and 50% of Dad's. But you, brother... you are the only one who can use 100% of both powers."
After the excitement cooled down, Pravalika drifted off to sleep. Isha looked at her and then at Rudra. "She really is just like you," she whispered.
The General then entered with a serious expression. "Rudra, we've tracked the source. Your father, Shivaji, and your mother, Devi... they aren't just names in a book. They are alive, hidden deep within the forbidden peaks of the Himalayas."
Rudra's heart raced. The journey to the Himalayas was no longer a mission—it was a A mysterious letter arrived, addressed specifically to Rudra and Pravalika. With trembling hands, Rudra broke the seal and began to read the elegant handwriting of his father, Shivaji.
"Rudra, my son... I am Shivaji. Though people believe we are hidden in the Himalayas, we are not actually living there. Take care of your sisters, your brothers, your wife Isha, and our entire family. I watched you from afar during the 'Battle of Night' when we made our escape. I am incredibly proud to see that you have mastered the powers of the Void and Time. You have proven yourself to be my true heir. I have left another letter for you elsewhere. Stay strong. Bye for now."
Tears streamed down Rudra's face as he finished reading. "Thank you, Father... I knew you were out there," he whispered.
As the family gathered around to read the message, Sita looked skeptical. "Rudra, are you sure this isn't a trap? This letter could be a fake sent by our enemies to mislead us."
Karthik took the parchment and inhaled deeply. "No, Sita. This is a genuine letter. The scent of the ink and paper carries the exact same energy signature as Rudra's own bloodline. This was definitely written by his father."
Despite the letter saying they weren't in the Himalayas, Rudra felt a spiritual pull toward the mountains—as if the answers were hidden in the very peaks his father had once climbed.
As they stepped outside to begin their journey, they were met by a magnificent Black Horse. Its coat was as dark as the midnight sky, and its eyes glowed with ancient intelligence. "This is a gift from your maternal grandfather," the General explained.
The family stood in stunned silence as the horse bowed its head. Then, to everyone's shock, the horse spoke in a deep, resonant voice: "Greetings, my new King."
Pravalika, Sai, and Jaswanth nearly jumped out of their skins. A talking horse! Rudra and Isha climbed onto the stallion's back. With a powerful leap, the horse took flight, galloping through the air toward the misty peaks of the Himalayas.
As they soared above the clouds, Rudra looked down at the world. The horse looked back at them and spoke softly, "Do not worry, Rudra. You and Isha are the best couple this world has seen in centuries. Your bond will be your greatest strength."homecoming.ogical sister."