A thin, razor-sharp line of amber light cut across the dark floorboards. It crawled slowly upward, scaling the side of a tangled duvet like a golden tide.
Outside, the world was waking up in hushed tones—the rhythmic thrum of a distant wood pigeon and the gentle rustle of ivy against the windowpane. The sun, still heavy and orange, crested the horizon, turning the frosted glass into a brilliant mosaic of liquid gold.
Inside the small room—a quiet sanctuary of soft textures and old, polished wood—dust motes danced in the heavy morning air, suspended in the final, peaceful hour of dawn.
The creeping light finally reached the bed, illuminating a three-year-old male child. As the warmth hit his face, the boy stirred, yawning softly before stretching his tiny limbs. He sat up, shaking his head with a profound sign of maturity that was entirely unnatural for a toddler.
"What a refreshing day," a small voice muttered. "A perfect day to train this fragile body."
This boy was none other than Krishak.
Three years had passed since his celestial soul had fractured and tumbled into this mortal world. In those three years, he had meticulously gathered information about his new home, a small, vibrant planet called Earth. And what he discovered was deeply unexpected.
A century ago, Earth had been a completely mundane world, entirely devoid of cultivation. But exactly one hundred years ago, a sudden, violent surge of rich spiritual energy flooded the planet. No human knew where this massive influx of power had come from, but its arrival triggered a cataclysmic mutation.
Plants and insects ballooned to terrifying sizes. Wild animals underwent drastic structural changes, with some gaining spiritual intelligence and others manifesting devastating supernatural abilities. Unable to adapt to the sudden power coursing through their bodies, these mutated creatures—dubbed "Beasts"—began to wreak havoc across the globe.
But humanity did not sit idly by. The spiritual wave altered human biology as well, giving birth to three distinct factions of defenders:
The Awakeners: Individuals who unlocked fantastical, localized magic-like abilities to fight the beasts head-on.
The Hunters: Those who didn't awaken magical traits but were born with radically enhanced physical bodies, possessing superhuman strength, speed, and endurance.
The Summoners: Humans who formed spiritual contracts with beasts that chose to ally with humanity. These individuals could transform, channeling the exact traits and powers of their beast companions.
The origin of this century-old global awakening was the world's greatest mystery. But the moment Krishak had first sensed the ambient spiritual energy of this planet, he knew the truth.
He was the cause.
The timeline was absolute. A century on Earth equated to just a momentary distortion in the void when his celestial soul had fractured. A portion of his raw, unbound celestial energy had bled through the cosmic veil ahead of him, mixing with Earth's dormant Origin. The planet's sudden mutation wasn't a natural evolution; it was a violent allergic reaction to a drop of a Celestial's power.
A soft knock on the wooden door broke his train of thought.
"Little Lord, are you awake?" a sweet, polite voice called out. "It is already morning, and the sun is high in the sky."
Krishak slid off the bed, his tiny bare feet hitting the cold floorboards. "I am awake, Emily. Wait a moment, I will be down soon."
Though his voice carried the high, childish pitch of a toddler, his expression remained perfectly calm and mature. He opened the door to find Emily, the estate's chief maid. With her sharp spectacles and neat uniform, she immediately stepped inside to help him tidy his sheets.
In truth, a three-year-old child had no business sleeping in a separate room away from his parents. But a mere two weeks ago, an unforgettable incident had forced Krishak's hand.
He had been sleeping soundly between Veer and Ama when he was suddenly awoken by a rhythmic, non-stop pounding sound and breathless, frantic whispering. When the trillion-year-old Celestial opened his eyes and realized exactly what his mortal parents were doing right next to him, he had been utterly flabbergasted.
What a joke, he had thought bitterly. As a Celestial deity, what have I not witnessed across the cosmos? But to think my new parents would do such a thing right in front of a child!
The very next morning, Krishak had formally requested his own private quarters. Veer and Ama, the red-faced culprits, had been too profoundly embarrassed to even look their toddler in the eye. Stammering and blushing furiously, they had granted his request without a single argument.
Because their ancestral estate was vast, there were plenty of empty rooms. Though his parents were wealthy, they kept a modest staff of only five maids, with Emily keeping the entire household running like clockwork.
Through his observations, Krishak had learned that his father, Veer, was a renowned, high-tier Hunter who protected the town from beast invasions. He was an orphan of humble origins who had built his reputation through sheer grit. His mother, Ama, was a powerful Beast Summoner, rumored to come from a highly prestigious, wealthy family—though she always playfully evaded the topic whenever Krishak showed a modicum of curiosity. Krishak, honestly, couldn't care less about their backgrounds.
Suddenly, the chaotic sound of rushing, uneven footsteps echoed down the hallway.
A tiny girl, a bit shorter than Krishak and wearing a mismatched set of socks, came hurtling around the corner. Her balance was completely compromised, her small legs stumbling as gravity took over. She was a mere meter away from faceplanting onto the hard floor.
Anticipating the disaster, Krishak moved with a fluid, practiced swiftness that defied his toddler physics. He lunged forward, his small hands catching her arms and stabilizing her just in time.
Looking at the breathless girl, Krishak's standard stoic expression melted, replaced by a look of deep worry and profound doting.
"Luna, what are you doing running in the halls?" he chided softly, his voice full of warmth. "How many times have I told you to slow down? You can barely walk properly yet."
This was Luna, his younger sister, born just a year after him. For reasons Krishak couldn't fathom, the little girl was utterly obsessed with her big brother. The moment she caught a glimpse of his shadow, she would discard all logic and sprint toward him.
And for a reason Krishak couldn't quite explain—perhaps a lingering remnant of the warmth he felt when Ama first held him—this little sister had become his absolute universe. In his heart, the ancient Celestial had made a silent vow.
Luna was his greatest treasure. And he would tear down the heavens themselves before he ever let anything harm her.