Against The Eternity Chapter 49: [48] Chapter 24: Supreme Body–First Awakening. (Special Chapter)

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[48] Chapter 24: Supreme Body–First Awakening. (Special Chapter) Outside Eklavya’s sea of consciousness, the world felt strangely distant, muted beneath the heavy tension that clung to every corner of the room like a suffocating fog. The hall that had once echoed with hurried footsteps and frantic voices now held only stillness, a stillness dense enough to crush the breath from any chest not prepared for it. The evening sky beyond the ceiling was a storming battlefield of thunder and brooding clouds; the sun had long since been devoured by the rolling darkness, leaving behind only brief flashes of grim white light that illuminated the estate like blades slashing through shadow. Each tremor of thunder seemed to mirror the chaos that was unfolding inside the unconscious boy’s body—violent, unpredictable, ancient, and awakening with the hunger of something long buried beneath flesh and mortal limits. Eklavya lay in the center of it all, his body once pale and cold like a corpse carried from a battlefield, now radiating heat that shimmered off his skin like waves rising from molten rock. The transformation was slow but terrifying, as though his blood was being burned away and reforged into light itself. Beads of sweat appeared upon his skin only to evaporate in the same moment, leaving no trace behind except a thin golden sheen, pulsing like the heartbeat of a newborn star. It was as if the dying embers within his chest had been fed by some unseen cosmic flame—weakness turning into vitality, frailty crystallizing into something unbound by ordinary cultivation law. The golden incantations tattooed across his flesh, once faint and nearly invisible, now blazed with such intensity that the room glowed like a dawn trapped inside four walls. Each rune flickered with layered meaning, secret power, and an aura so ancient the air itself trembled in reverence. Aashi sat nearest to him, leaning forward as though the slightest increase in distance would drag him away into death’s grasp. Her trembling fingers moved slowly but unyieldingly across the back of his hand, absorbing the heat of his body. Grounding her in the truth that he was alive—barely, but alive. She had not blinked for so long her lashes trembled with exhaustion, yet she refused to look away, as if her gaze alone kept the last thread of his life tied to this world. Beside her, Anshvi’s posture was rigid, her normally gentle face hardened by fear she could no longer mask. Her eyes were red, not from tears alone but from the raw dread of almost losing someone she had no words deep enough to describe. She stared at him like a person staring into a celestial storm—awed, afraid, and unwilling to retreat. She could feel something colossal stirring beneath his skin, like a slumbering god stretching through mortal flesh. At the foot of the bed stood Ashish, Eklavya’s elder brother, trying and failing to present a collected front. His hands were clenched so tightly that crescents of white formed along his knuckles, yet his jaw remained firm, pride warring with terror in his eyes. Not far from him stood Ishant—the Clan Head, the father whose authority ruled the Rudra Clan and whose heart was now beating unevenly inside his chest like a drum struck in panic. Though his face held the dignity of a leader, the storm inside him was visible through the glint of moisture in his eyes, through the rising and falling of his breath, through the way he watched his son as one watches a lamp trembling in the wind, afraid it might go dark forever. Jawla, the Elder Alchemist, whose decades of knowledge in herbs, ki manipulation, and cultivation should have made him untouchable by shock, now stood shaken and pale. His eyes remained fixed on Eklavya's body, following the spreading glow of the golden runes with a mixture of confusion, fear, and reluctant awe. Even he—who had witnessed births of prodigies, deaths of monsters—could not hide the tremor in his fingers. Then, without warning, Eklavya's lifeless