Absolute Cosmic Warmth stretched endlessly around Vanshika and Vivaan, its magnificent galaxies turning slowly beneath a sky filled with countless stars.
Brilliant nebulae flowed across the distant darkness, and luminous celestial rivers wound between enormous clusters of stars.
Every direction revealed another breathtaking wonder, yet the space around the mother and son remained peaceful, as though it had been created specifically for their quiet lesson.
Vivaan stood beside Vanshika with his Shaktiveer Soul Signature activated.
Its crystalline blue-white pattern glowed across his forehead, illuminated by delicate golden accents.
Beside him, Vanshika’s own signature shone with a similar radiance, though its intricate design appeared more refined and luminous.
Between them floated a magnificent scripture.
The Eternal Art of Absolute Ascension rested open in midair, its deep-blue cover edged with elaborate golden patterns.
Royal purple pages turned slowly without being touched, revealing inscriptions that shimmered like miniature constellations.
Tiny particles of golden and royal-purple light drifted around the scripture, blending with the surrounding cosmic radiance.
Vivaan circled the floating book, examining its cover and the symbols carved along its edges.
After a moment, he turned toward his mother with a puzzled expression.
“Mom, why is the Eternal Art of Absolute Ascension written in a book?
The techniques you’ve shown me before were recorded on scrolls.”
Vanshika gently raised her hand, allowing the scripture to rotate until its open pages faced them.
“Because this art is considerably more complicated than an ordinary technique, sweetheart.
A scroll can preserve instructions, principles, and methods of practice.
But this art contains a structure that evolves alongside its practitioner.
Its functions, synchronization, and internal principles are too interconnected to be understood as a simple sequence of instructions.”
Vivaan looked back at the glowing pages.
“So someone could read everything written here and still fail to practice it?”
“Precisely.” Vanshika smiled at his quick deduction.
“Understanding the words and becoming capable of using the art are two very different things.
For most people, attempting to practice it would be extraordinarily difficult, perhaps even impracticable.”
Vivaan’s shoulders lowered slightly.
“Then how am I supposed to learn it?”
Vanshika placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“Fortunately, my son, you possess my Shaktiveer Soul Signature.
That gives us another way.”
Vivaan immediately looked up.
“My Soul Signature?
But how can it help me learn something this complicated?”
Vanshika turned toward him, her Cosmic Galaxy Eyes reflecting the Royal purple pages.
“Our Shaktiveer Soul Signature possesses several unique abilities.
One of them is called Absolute Synchronization.”
Vivaan repeated the name thoughtfully.
“Absolute Synchronization…”
His gaze returned to the scripture.
“What exactly does it synchronize?”
Vanshika smiled at his curiosity and extended her hand toward the floating book.
The scripture remained open, its royal purple pages glowing more brightly as delicate streams of light began rising from the inscriptions.
“Let me explain it this way, sweetheart.
When you learn an ordinary technique, you generally understand its instructions, remember its principles, and practice until you can perform it.
The technique becomes something you know how to use.”
Vivaan nodded, following her explanation.
“But Absolute Synchronization works differently,” Vanshika continued.
“Instead of merely learning the technique, you establish a connection that allows its structure to become integrated with you.
When synchronization is successfully completed, the art becomes part of your own existence rather than remaining something you simply remember.”
Vivaan’s eyes widened with interest.
“So I don’t just memorize the Eternal Art of Absolute Ascension.
I absorb it?”
“Exactly.” Vanshika said with satisfaction.
He glanced at the inscriptions again, then considered another possibility.
“Does that mean I could absorb other techniques with my Soul Signature, too?”
Vanshika gave him an approving nod.
“Yes, sweetheart.
Your Soul Signature can facilitate this kind of synchronization with compatible techniques.
However, that doesn’t mean every technique can be absorbed without restrictions.
Compatibility, the technique’s nature, and the conditions required for synchronization still matter.”
“But my son possess Eternal Absolute Free Will so any restrictions will automatically be erased.”
Vivaan accepted the clarification without needing it repeated.
His attention had already returned to the scripture, where the golden inscriptions were beginning to move.
One line separated itself from the page.
Then another.
Soon, dozens of luminous Sanskrit characters floated around the open book.
They drifted through the air in elegant formations, surrounded by fine golden particles and royal-purple dust.
Some letters revolved slowly around Vivaan’s shoulders, while others formed delicate rings above his head.
The spectacle resembled an enormous celestial manuscript unfolding itself into the space around him.
Vivaan stared at the moving inscriptions.
“Mom, they’re beautiful!”
Vanshika watched the letters arrange themselves around her son.
“They certainly are.”
The golden characters began glowing more intensely.
Their light reflected across Vivaan’s face, illuminating his Cosmic Galaxy Eyes as the characters continued circling him.
Vanshika lifted her hand and carefully tapped the center of his Shaktiveer Soul Signature with one finger.
The response was immediate.
Every floating inscription stopped moving.
For a single instant, the entire cosmic expanse seemed to grow still.
Then the letters began flowing toward Vivaan’s forehead.
Streams of royal-golden and purple light passed into his Soul Signature, one inscription after another.
The luminous characters dissolved into brilliant particles that entered the crystalline mark before traveling onward through the connection established by his consciousness.
Vivaan felt no pain.
There was no pressure against his mind, no overwhelming sensation, and no struggle to hold the incoming information.
The process felt surprisingly natural, as though the art were finding its proper place rather than forcing its way into him.
Vanshika watched the synchronization with keen attention.
A faint expression of surprise appeared on her face.
“The spirit of this art appears to have found an exceptionally compatible connection with you, sweetheart.
Your synchronization is proceeding as smoothly as mine.”
Vivaan glanced at her while the remaining inscriptions continued entering his Soul Signature.
“Is that unusual?”
“For an art this complicated, absolutely.” Vanshika said.
Her voice remained gentle, though her eyes were focused on the floating scripture.
“The connection between the practitioner and the art is essential.
A poor synchronization could prevent the process from completing properly.
But the spirit seems entirely comfortable with you.”
Vivaan looked back toward the letters.
One by one, they disappeared into his Soul Signature.
The final characters lingered above his forehead before shining brilliantly and merging into the crystalline design.
A soft golden pulse passed through the surrounding space.
The scripture closed.
Its pages settled, and the floating particles gradually faded away.
A moment later, the book lowered gently into Vanshika’s waiting hands.
Vivaan blinked.
Then he looked at his mother.
“That’s it?”
Vanshika tilted her head with amusement.
“Were you expecting a thunderstorm?”
“Maybe a little more than that.” Vivaan replied.
She laughed softly.
“I’m afraid synchronization doesn’t have to announce itself with a dramatic display, sweetheart.”
Vivaan examined his hands, then touched his forehead.
“I don’t feel any different.”
“That is perfectly normal,” Vanshika assured him.
“The art has become part of you, but you haven’t yet developed the skills needed to use all its functions consciously.
Its influence will become more apparent as you progress.”
She placed the scripture aside, and her expression became more instructive.
“The Eternal Art of Absolute Ascension evolves alongside its practitioner.
As you develop your Power and learn to use it, the art can adapt, improve its functions, reinforce your foundation, and provide greater assistance.
The more capable you become, the more the art can evolve with you.”
Vivaan considered this carefully.
“So I become stronger, the art evolves, and the evolved art helps me become stronger still?”
Vanshika smiled.
“That’s the fundamental cycle.
Your growth and the art’s evolution support one another.
But remember that you still have to develop your abilities.
The art can assist you; it cannot replace your understanding, judgment, or effort.”
Vivaan’s face brightened.
“I understand, Mom!
It grows with me!”
“Exactly.” Vanshika assured him.
He looked so pleased that Vanshika reached over and gently ruffled his hair.
“My clever boy.”
Vivaan accepted the affectionate gesture, although his attention was already moving toward his next objective.
“Then can we synchronize Spatial Treasury now?”
Vanshika slowly withdrew her hand from his hair.
She looked at him. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
He looked at her.
A playful smile appeared on her face.
“Sweetheart, you have only just finished synchronizing with one extraordinary art.
Must you immediately demand another?”
Vivaan nodded without hesitation.
“Yes.”
Vanshika laughed.
“At least you don’t pretend to be modest.”
“You told me I could learn extraordinary things, Mom.
I’m simply taking advantage of the opportunity.” Vivaan told her as opportunity.
“An excellent interpretation of my words.” Vanshika said in disbelief.
She raised one hand, and her familiar unbounded spatial portal appeared beside them.
Its deep royal-purple center was surrounded by straight golden edges and constantly shifting geometric patterns.
The portal’s shape changed continuously, its boundaries never settling into a fixed outline.
Vanshika reached inside and withdrew a royal-purple scroll.
Unlike an ordinary scroll, its surface resembled fine celestial parchment, and its edges shimmered with golden light.
Intricate Sanskrit inscriptions ran across it in luminous celestial-golden characters.
Vivaan leaned closer.
“That’s the Spatial Treasury technique!”
Vanshika unrolled it, allowing the inscriptions to shine in the surrounding darkness.
“Yes.
This is the technique that governs the formation and operation of Spatial Treasury.”
Vivaan looked from the scroll to his mother.
“And we can synchronize with this one, too?”
Vanshika smiled at his innocence excitement.
“Of course, sweetheart.
We can synchronize with this too.”
Vanshika held the scroll open between them.
The celestial-golden inscriptions began lifting from the parchment, surrounded by a delicate haze of royal-purple particles.
She glanced at Vivaan’s forehead.
“Keep your Soul Signature active, sweetheart.”
Vivaan straightened and focused.
His crystalline mark glowed steadily.
Vanshika then pressed her fingertip gently against the center of his Soul Signature.
The inscriptions responded immediately.
Golden characters streamed away from the scroll, flowing toward Vivaan’s forehead in spiraling lines.
Royal-purple light followed them, forming intricate patterns that briefly surrounded his head and shoulders before merging with the incoming inscriptions.
The process continued until the final character left the scroll.
A brilliant flash illuminated the surrounding galaxies.
Then the light vanished.
Vanshika rolled the now-empty scroll and placed it aside.
“Spatial Treasury has been successfully synchronized with you.”
Vivaan stared at her.
“Then I’ve mastered it?”
Vanshika gave him a thoughtful smile.
“You have completed the synchronization.
That isn’t quite the same as mastering every practical application.”
Vivaan’s expression fell for approximately half a second.
Then he raised his hand.
“I’m going to try it anyway.”
Vanshika folded her arms, watching with affectionate amusement.
“By all means, sweetheart.
Let’s see what happens.”
Vivaan concentrated on the idea of opening a spatial portal.
He remembered the royal-purple center, the golden geometric patterns, and the way his mother had reached into her own treasury.
He raised his hand and pressed the air.
Nothing happened.
He tried again, this time imagining a much larger portal.
The surrounding space remained perfectly still.
Vivaan slowly lowered his hand.
“Mom?”
Vanshika covered her smile with one hand.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Why isn’t it working?” Vivaan asked.
“Because synchronization doesn’t automatically grant you the ability to operate every function of the technique.” Vanshika explained.
She approached him and gently lowered his raised hand.
“Spatial Treasury requires you to establish and control a spatial connection.
You must also learn how to direct Shakti properly.
You haven’t yet developed the necessary control over Shakti, so you can’t activate the portal simply by wishing for it.”
Vivaan considered the explanation.
“So the technique is part of me, but I still have to learn how to use it.”
“Precisely.” Vanshika understand him.
He looked at his hand again.
Then, instead of becoming disappointed, he grinned.
“That’s fine.
I’ll learn it when I’m ready.”
Vanshika’s expression softened with pride.
“That’s the right attitude.”
Vivaan turned back toward the surrounding galaxies, looking more excited than ever.
He had acquired two extraordinary techniques in a single lesson, even if he couldn’t yet use all their functions.
The prospect of discovering what they could do filled his mind with possibilities.
Vanshika, meanwhile, appeared to remember something.
“Oh, there’s one more thing I should tell you.”
Vivaan immediately turned around.
“Another technique?”
Vanshika placed one finger against her chin, pretending to consider the question.
“Something even more special.
Perhaps the most perfect gift a mother could give her child.”
Vivaan stepped closer.
“Teach me!”
She laughed at his immediate enthusiasm.
“Such eagerness!
You haven’t even heard what it is.”
“That doesn’t matter.
If Mom thinks it’s special, I want to know about it.” Vivaan said in excitement.
Vanshika looked at him for a moment, her smile becoming gentler.
“This isn’t an art that can be taught in the usual way, sweetheart.
It’s a blessing.”
Vivaan tilted his head.
“A blessing?
What’s it called?”
Vanshika gently brushed his hair away from his forehead.
“You may call it Mother’s Blessing.”
Vivaan repeated the name quietly.
“Mother’s Blessing…”
His curiosity grew.
“What does it do?”
Vanshika’s expression became thoughtful, but she did not provide a detailed explanation.
“It’s absolute and passive in nature.
It doesn’t depend on you constantly activating it, and it isn’t something that can simply be countered by using an opposing technique.”
Vivaan’s eyes widened.
“Then I want to learn it!”
Vanshika laughed softly.
“My enthusiastic little boy, you don’t need to worry about learning this blessing right now.”
“Why not?” Vivaan asked.
She opened her arms.
“Because as long as your Mom is with you, you don’t need to learn this.”
Vivaan stepped into her embrace without hesitation.
“And Mom will always be with me.”
Vanshika wrapped her arms around him, holding him close while the stars of Absolute Cosmic Warmth shone quietly around them.
“Whenever I can be, sweetheart.
And I’ll always do my best to guide you.”
Vivaan rested his head against her shoulder.
For a little while, neither spoke.
Then Vivaan lifted his face, a new question appearing in his eyes.
“Mom, what exactly is Mahashakti?”
Vanshika looked down at him.
“That is a subject we’ll explore when you’re ready to understand it properly.”
Vivaan studied her expression.
“That’s another one of your mysterious answers.”
“Perhaps.” Vanshika teased.
“Can you at least tell me one thing about it?” Vivaan asked.
Vanshika tapped the tip of his nose.
“Patience is also a skill, sweetheart.”
“I knew you were going to say that.”
She laughed, and he joined her a moment later.
Neither of them knew how much time had passed in Absolute Cosmic Warmth.
They were absorbed in their conversation, surrounded by galaxies and stars, entirely unaware of the danger gathering beyond the peaceful boundaries of their home.
Far away, in the ordinary world, the Lurking Fish Shark Beast had reached the edge of the pond.
Its body rose from the water, revealing its strange, shark-like shape.
Water streamed from its skin as it fixed its gaze on the residence standing beside the pond.
The creature had already attempted to observe the inhabitants.
Now it had decided to attack.
Its body tensed.
A tremendous quantity of Shakti gathered around it, compressing into a concentrated mass that made the surrounding air tremble.
The pond churned violently as waves surged toward the shore.
Then the creature released its attack.
A roaring blast of Shakti tore through the air toward the residence.
The distance vanished in an instant.
The attack struck the house’s front door.
BOOOOOOM!
A massive explosion erupted.
The ground shook violently, and a powerful shock wave swept through the surrounding area.
Dust surged upward, branches bent beneath the pressure, and nearby trees bowed as though an invisible storm had descended upon the territory.
The blast expanded across the residence, engulfing the entrance in a tremendous cloud of dust and displaced energy.
For a moment, the surrounding landscape disappeared behind the destruction.
Then the dust began to settle.
The Lurking Fish Shark Beast stared at the residence.
Its eyes widened.
The house was still standing.
The front door remained intact.
And surrounding the residence was a magnificent formation, its royal-purple framework interwoven with celestial-blue lines and intricate golden seals.
Countless luminous symbols covered its surface, forming a protective structure that extended around the entire home.
It’s sanskrit inscriptions shone brightly.
The creature froze.
It recognized the seals.
Its body recoiled as disbelief spread through its mind.
Impossible!
The formation glowed gently, absorbing the last remnants of the creature’s attack.
The Shakti that had struck the residence had been drawn into its intricate network of seals, leaving no visible damage to the protected structure.
The creature stared at the formation, unable to reconcile what it was seeing.
One million seals…
The thought seemed almost unbearable.
How could a formation constructed from one million seals be activated here?
It had expected its attack to break through the residence’s defenses.
Instead, its entire assault had been absorbed.
The creature’s eyes shifted toward the door.
It remained motionless for several seconds, uncertain whether to attack again or retreat into the water.
Then the door opened.
Vanshika stepped outside with Vivaan beside her.
Neither appeared injured.
Their clothes remained immaculate, and their expressions were peaceful.
Vivaan was still laughing at something his mother had whispered to him moments earlier, while Vanshika wore the relaxed smile of someone who had just enjoyed a pleasant conversation.
They looked toward the pond.
The creature stared at them.
For a brief moment, no one moved.
Then the Lurking Fish Shark Beast abruptly plunged into the water.
SPLASH!
Water surged over the pond’s surface before the creature disappeared beneath it.
Vivaan blinked.
He looked at the ripples.
Then he turned toward his mother.
“Mom, did you see that?
It ran away!”
Vanshika followed his gaze, her expression calm.
“I saw, sweetheart.”
Vivaan peered at the pond, trying to locate the strange creature beneath the surface.
“Why would it attack our house and then run away?”
Vanshika rested one hand on his head.
“Perhaps it discovered that attacking our home was a rather poor decision.”
Vivaan considered this possibility.
Then he burst into laughter.
“That was a terrible decision!”
Vanshika laughed with him, and the two remained beside the entrance, enjoying their peaceful afternoon as though the creature’s attack had been nothing more than an unexpected interruption.
The formation continued glowing around the residence.
Neither mother nor son appeared particularly concerned about the incident.
But far beneath the pond’s surface, the Lurking Fish Shark Beast remained hidden.
Its eyes were open.
And it was watching them.
Elsewhere in Shaktiveer Territory, a completely different kind of trouble was unfolding.
Kartik Mahakil stood in a beautiful garden near one of the administrative buildings, facing Adhira Vardhanya with a smile that suggested he had already imagined the outcome of their conversation.
Adhira folded her arms, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
Kartik straightened his clothes before presenting his latest proposal.
“Adhira, I have come to a decision.
We should go on a date.”
Adhira stared at him.
Then she slowly closed her eyes, as though asking the universe for patience.
“Kartik, how many times have I told you that I have no interest in your ridiculous proposals?”
Kartik placed a hand over his heart.
“Ridiculous?
I have spent considerable time planning this.
I even selected a beautiful garden.”
Adhira gestured toward the flowers surrounding them.
“We are already standing in a garden.”
Kartik glanced around.
Then he nodded thoughtfully.
“An excellent observation.
That saves us the trouble of travelling anywhere.”
Adhira’s expression became dangerously pleasant.
“Kartik.”
He immediately straightened.
“Yes?”
“Run.” Adhira ordered.
Kartik hesitated.
Then, noticing the look in her eyes, he turned and hurried down the garden path.
Adhira watched him retreat, shaking her head.
“I should have known better than to expect a peaceful afternoon.”
Kartik’s laughter drifted back from the path.
“Think about my proposal!”
Adhira picked up a fallen leaf and flicked it in his direction.
It missed him by a considerable distance.
He nevertheless ducked dramatically.
For a few moments, the garden returned to silence.
Then a messenger hurried into the area, his expression unusually serious.
He searched the garden until he found Adhira, then bowed respectfully.
“Third Grand Elder, I have an urgent report.”
Adhira’s amusement vanished.
She turned toward the messenger, her attention sharpening.
“An urgent report?
From where?”
The messenger glanced toward the central district before answering.
“From the outer observation post.
Something unusual has been detected near the territory’s boundary.”
Adhira stood straighter.
“What kind of unusual activity?”
The messenger hesitated.
“We haven’t identified it yet.
But the report states that the disturbance began shortly after an unfamiliar energy signature was detected near the residence beside the pond.”
Adhira’s expression changed.
The residence beside the pond.
Vanshika and Vivaan’s home.
She immediately looked toward the distant mountain paths, where the afternoon sunlight had begun to fade.
“Bring me the full report,” Adhira instructed, her voice suddenly firm.
“And notify the First Grand Elder and the Acting Ruler.
I want to know exactly what happened.”
The messenger bowed and hurried away.
Adhira remained where she was, her gaze fixed on the horizon.
For once, she had completely forgotten Kartik’s ridiculous proposal.
Because whatever had happened near Vanshika’s residence, it appeared that the matter was no longer confined to a single strange creature in a pond.
To Be Continued…