Against The Eternity Chapter 4: [3] Chapter - 1: Inheritance of God Emperors (Part 3/3)

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[3] Chapter - 1: Inheritance of God Emperors (Part 3/3) Eklavya exhaled quietly and headed straight into the clan mansion. When he reached the main hall, he saw his father sitting on the clan leader’s chair, his hand on his forehead, looking exhausted. His father was a Warrior as well, usually proud and strong—but today, he seemed worn down. “Father,” Eklavya said, stepping closer. “What happened?” His father looked at him but didn’t answer immediately. “Go and practice.” Eklavya frowned. “I already know what happened. I met Vihaan outside.” “What can we do now?” his father sighed. “Your older brother acted impulsively and made that bet. We can’t back out of it. Go practice. I will handle this matter.” Eklavya didn’t argue. He stepped out of the hall just as all six elders of the Rudra Clan walked past him and entered the meeting hall. He glanced back briefly before heading toward his room. Inside his room, he sat on his bed, closed his eyes, and began cultivating. Ki flowed through his chakras channel in slow, warm streams. His breathing deepened, and his presence grew calm. But after a few minutes, he felt something shift in the air. A faint ripple. A strange vibration. Before he could react, a spatial rift tore open beneath him. The floor disappeared. He dropped downward with a scream echoing through the distorted space. … [IN A SECRET REALM] Far beyond the boundaries of Kraunca—beyond its empires, its demon-ruled north, and even the fabric of its sky—there existed a realm unrecorded in any scripture and unmarked by any star. It was a domain of silence and aftermath. Endless plains of bone stretched to a horizon that never seemed to arrive: white, grey, and weathered remains of beasts large enough to eclipse cities, humans who once dreamed of immortality, demons whose names had dissolved into dust, and creatures so ancient that even memory had refused to preserve them. Hills of skeletons rose like grotesque monuments to extinction. The air was dense, saturated with lingering soul energy and the stale gravity of forgotten wars. If death had a treasury, this was it. Suspended above this ossuary ocean were two fading figures—transparent, frayed at the edges, their forms trembling like candle flames in a draft. The soul of a white-haired man radiated a restrained brilliance, while beside him hovered the spectral outline of a red-haired demon, his presence darker yet equally diminished. Five centuries had eroded them; time had gnawed even at divinity. “It has been five hundred years,” the white-haired soul murmured, voice reverberating strangely across the skeletal expanse. “Five centuries of waiting… searching for a successor.” The demon glanced sideways. “At least we found one,” he replied dryly. There was no triumph in his tone—only relief sharpened by inevitability. With a precise gesture of his spectral fingers, the demon tore open a rift. Space folded obediently. Moments later, Eklavya Rudra tumbled out of the distortion, landing unceremoniously atop a mound of bones. The impact sent skulls rolling in every direction—an audience that stared far too intently for comfort. He scrambled upright, breath ragged, eyes darting wildly. Bones. Mountains of them. The scent of ancient decay coiled into his lungs. “Wh… where am I?” he whispered hoarsely. “Is this hell? I barely argued with anyone today!” His gaze lifted. Two translucent figures hovered before him. His reaction was immediate and entirely dignified for a future cultivator of destiny. “A-Ahhhh! G-ghosts!” The white-haired soul ignored the outburst and addressed his companion. “Is this the one you selected?” “There were no alternatives,” the demon replied flatly. Eklavya forced himself to stand straighter, though his knees expressed clear objections. “Who are you? Why bring me here?” “We lack the luxury of gradual explanation,” the white-haired figure said. “You were not chosen for talent. You were chosen because you are newly forged—untainted by ancient karmic entanglemen