Pyro of the Craven

Chapter-28: Reincarnation

In the tranquil depths of the Odic-Force, Ikshvaku's voice resonated with the weight of centuries as he began his somber narration, recounting the tale of a tragedy that had unfolded 813 years ago.

"Holocaust," he began, his voice steady yet heavy with sorrow, "was a tragedy that befell us ages ago. It centered around the legendary Yin-Yang Power of the Odic-Force, a power that was once thought to bring balance to the very essence of our world."

Ikshvaku continued, his voice carrying the weight of time and history. "Long ago, the power was contained within a single family, mine. I, too, am a part of this legacy, as are you, Rama, for you are the descendant of my son, Volimiri."

He paused, letting the gravity of the situation sink in before he went on. "There were individuals who approached us, driven by noble intentions. They desired to harness the Odic-Force's power to aid those in need, to use it for the betterment of mankind. But their attempts led to a series of events that would shape our destiny."

"The Odic-Force, which was once held within our family, began to spread as we shared our power with those who had noble intentions," Ikshvaku continued, his words painting a picture of a world transformed by the Odic-Force. "Generations passed, and the Odic-Force grew in influence, giving rise to the Shinwa, a collective of individuals who wielded its power for the betterment of mankind."

"For centuries, we enjoyed peace, for the balance of the Odic-Force was maintained," Ikshvaku explained. "But all of that changed in the Year of the Holocaust."

As he delved into the heart of the tragedy, Ikshvaku's voice carried a sense of profound sadness. "It began with a child, my own grandchild, who was playing by a river with another child. They, too, were excited by the power within them, a power they wielded unknowingly. Tragedy struck when their unbridled enthusiasm led to the other child's demise. Blame was placed on my grandchild."

His voice grew heavier as he continued. "What followed was a descent into chaos. Conflict erupted, tensions escalated, and the Shinwa, who had once been our allies, turned against my family. They accused us of responsibility for the tragedy. The very balance we had sought to maintain was now in jeopardy."

Ikshvaku paused, the weight of his memories evident in his voice. "The situation worsened when the child's parents were brutally murdered by an unknown group. Fear and anger consumed my grandchild, and he sought revenge."

His voice trembled with regret. "My grandchild, unable to comprehend the enormity of the situation, believed the Shinwa to be responsible for the tragedy. Fueled by rage and darkness, he embarked on a horrifying spree, taking the lives of those he believed to be his family's tormentors. In a matter of days, he had killed over five hundred people."

"It was then," Ikshvaku continued, "that the Shinwa turned against my family. I made a promise to them to find my grandchild and bring an end to this madness."

He recounted his journey to confront his grandchild, a journey that would ultimately lead to tragedy. "I found him, consumed by an aura of crimson hatred and anger. He had changed, his very essence tainted by the power of Yin-Yang. I tried to reason with him, to bring him back from the brink. But it was too late. He saw me as an enemy."

Ikshvaku's voice held a deep sadness as he continued. "He spoke of a being called 'Kaigan' and accused me of not understanding the true nature of the Odic-Force. He threatened that Lord Kaigan would punish me and others."

He recounted the harrowing events that followed. "I tried to intervene, to prevent him from causing further harm, but my grandchild was beyond reason. In the end, I had to make a painful decision. I took his life to protect the Shinwa, but my actions were met with hatred from my own family."