Against The Eternity Chapter 5: [4] Chapter - 2: The Sixth Chakra Breakthrough (Part 1/3) (Special Chapter)

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[4] Chapter - 2: The Sixth Chakra Breakthrough (Part 1/3) (Special Chapter) A note from Phoenixfly_steller Hello readers, The chapters (I mean the full chapter with all parts) that exceed 3000+ words will be considered special chapters Eklavya crashed onto the floor of his room with a heavy thud that drove the air from his lungs and very nearly knocked the ambition out of him along with it. The impact echoed faintly against the wooden walls, and for a moment, he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling beams he had memorised since childhood. He was wondering how a day that had begun with clan politics had somehow escalated into interdimensional kidnapping. “Ahhh—!” he hissed through clenched teeth, curling slightly as one hand flew to the small of his back. Pain flared sharply, undignified and immediate. Above him, the spatial rift shimmered in faint violet distortions, its edges trembling like disturbed water, before sealing shut with smooth finality—as if it had delivered a package and was entirely satisfied with its work. The room returned to stillness, leaving him alone with bruised ribs and bruised expectations. He groaned and rolled onto his side, rubbing his lower back with exaggerated offence. “Oou… can’t that damn demon open the rift above my bed at least once?” he muttered, half complaint and half genuine accusation. “Five centuries of existence and not a shred of landing etiquette.” In his mind, the spectral face of Dashirsur flickered with infuriating calm, and Eklavya was entirely certain the ancient demon had aimed for the floor out of habit—or worse, amusement. If this was the beginning of divine mentorship, it lacked refinement. Slowly, he pushed himself upright, inhaling carefully to test whether anything vital had cracked. Satisfied that he was only wounded in pride, he dusted off his robes and moved toward his bed. The familiar wooden frame creaked softly as he sat cross-legged at its centre. The mattress dipped under his weight, warm and solid, reassuringly mundane. The faint scent of sandalwood incense lingered in the air. Outside, distant murmurs of clan life carried through the courtyard—guards shifting posts, servants passing quietly, the subdued rhythm of evening settling over the estate. Everything felt impossibly normal. And yet nothing was. Two god emperors had entrusted him with their inheritances. Two names capable of shaking realms—Demon God King Mahasura and God King Avas—now hung over his future like executioner’s blades. Somewhere within him, sealed power slept. Somewhere deeper, a second soul waited to awaken. He was sixteen, and the universe had handed him responsibilities usually reserved for beings with significantly more experience and fewer back injuries. He closed his eyes. Inhale, exhale and repeat. Gradually, the turmoil inside his chest loosened its grip. His breathing steadied. His heartbeat slowed. The physical sensations of his body began to fade as his awareness turned inward, descending layer by layer beneath muscle, beneath bone, beneath thought itself. The world dissolved. He stood upon a vast, endless sea. The water beneath his feet was dark—so dark it did not reflect light but seemed to consume it. It stretched toward an infinite horizon without boundary, without motion. Though he stood upon its surface, it did not ripple beneath him. There was no wind. No sound. Only stillness so complete it felt deliberate, as though the sea itself were waiting. Above him spread an eternal twilight sky. A pale glow illuminated the expanse without revealing its source, casting neither warmth nor chill. It was a realm suspended between moments—neither dawn nor dusk, but in between. He took a step forward, but no ripple followed. This was his Sea of Consciousness, the inner world his father had taught him to enter years ago. Yet even after countless visits, it still carried an aura of unfamiliarity—as though parts of it did not belong to him but someone else he didn’t know about but somehow f