Ashok stared up at him, unblinking.
"You haven't answered me," Bindusar said, his voice calm but probing. "What happened to you?"
Ashok didn't respond right away. His fingers twitched at his side.
I have to tell him. We can't afford the same mistakes again. Even if I hide the truth now, Guru Chanakya will see right through me soon enough.
He exhaled slowly. His eyes didn't waver.
"I had a dream," he said finally. "A long one. A dream that felt like a lifetime."
Bindusar frowned. "A dream?"
Ashok nodded once. "In that dream, I watched everything burn. The Maurya Empire. Our people. The blood, the flames, the screaming. All of it gone—because we weren't ready."
The king straightened slightly, confusion turning to concern. "You speak as if—"
"I lived it," Ashok interrupted. "I died in it. And when it ended… Ashok took a step forward. The torches lining the hall wavered, casting long shadows along the marble floor.he continued, "I woke up here. Back in this palace. Back in this body."
The words landed like a blade between them. For a moment, even the flames seemed to still.
Ashok stepped closer, his voice cooling.
"I was the second-strongest Heaven Chosen of our time. I had everything—bloodline, training, destiny. And still, I lost. That's what you don't understand."
He paused. His next words were quieter, but they cut even deeper.
"We were great. But it wasn't enough."
Bindusar said nothing. His eyes held an unreadable emotion—regret, perhaps, or guilt.
he moved. A slow step off the dais. Down from the height of his throne. Across the stone floor. Each step deliberate. A king descending—but more than that—a father closing the distance.
He stood in front of Ashok and placed both hands on his son's shoulders. His grip was firm. His voice… softer than before.
"You don't have to carry that weight alone. You're back now. Whatever you saw… we still have a chance."
Ashok blinked. For a split second, his breathing hitched. And said "This time, I'll be ready. I won't let that future repeat itself."
Deep within Asur Amar Lok, the Daitya Clan.
In the grand obsidian fortress of the Daitya Clan. Its towers rose like black spears into the clouds, and at the highest spire of them all, a lone child stood at the balcony of his chamber.
He was Avinash.
In my first life, there were five moons, he thought. Five Amar Lok, five thrones. But war devours everything. The two weakest shattered under endless battle, their moons swallowed by the stronger realms with remaining three Lok and One Ocean.
His expression darkened.
I don't know if reincarnation is a blessing or a curse. With each return, I'm fated to fight the strongest Heaven-Chosen of the era…and every single time, I died by their hand. It's like Heaven is toying with me.
He clenched his fists on the balcony railing.
That's why I keep fighting To become Emperor. To become immortal. To end this once and for all.
He closed his eyes, As his emotions finally calmed down.
But now… this is it. I can feel the edge of my soul fraying. This is my ninth life. My last chance.
Avinash was born a genius, marked from the moment of birth by the power of reincarnation.
When he was born, the sky didn't weep—it cracked. Above the fortress, a vision tore into the heavens. A colossal a serpent—or perhaps a dragon—twisted endlessly, its jaws locked around its own tail. It devoured itself as it was reborn, over and over, with no beginning and no end.
As a result of this, after his birth, many powerhouses who had reached the limit of their lifespan believed that they could find the way of immortality from the power of reincarnation.
Although it is known that only Great Emperors are immortal, Old monsters in human skin, desperate to find a path to immortality--are not willing to just accept such a fact. As such, many people believed that their chances lied in the power of Reincarnation.
But they had forgotten where he was born.
Unfortunately for these attackers The Daitya Clan is among the oldest and darkest immortal lineage, with six Great Emperors born from their bloodline. They were not the only demons in this world—but they were among the most terrifying.