Eleven kilometres below the Aravallis, a light comes on. You have no name, no memory — only a body that knows things you do not. The seal is failing. The Daitya are coming.
The facility waits.
The Protocol restores you. The pattern of a guardian does not die so easily.
A man waits in Vindhyachal, five hundred kilometres southeast. His name is Parashara — and he knows why the seal that holds creation together is failing.
To be continued…