Darkness.
Silence.
A faint breath echoed in the void, followed by a shivering thought.
"Where… where am I?" Harun whispered, his voice cracking in the nothingness around him.
As his consciousness stirred, he found himself lying on a cold, moss-covered floor—its pattern carved with ancient symbols glowing faintly in the dim light. His fingers traced the markings, and suddenly it struck him.
This place… he had been here before.
It was the same mystical site where the Dravillian Stone had once chosen him. But this time, something felt different. The light was colder. The silence deeper. His own breathing felt disconnected.
His body was awake, but his heart was drowning in an overwhelming sense of isolation.
"Why… why do I feel so empty?" he muttered, gripping his chest as if trying to hold onto himself.
Then, it happened.
A voice… soft, distant, almost like a whisper in a dream.
"Harun... oh Harun..."
He spun around, eyes wide, heart racing. "W-who's there? Where is that voice coming from?!"
The light around him flickered. The air turned dense. And in the blink of an eye—
He fell into his subconscious realm.
---
It was a dimension between reality and dream—made of floating memories and cosmic clouds. A silvery haze swirled beneath his feet, and stars blinked in the distance like dying embers. Harun stood still, confused, overwhelmed.
And then he saw someone.
A figure, cloaked in shadows, standing ahead. Harun's instincts flared, but he couldn't recognize the person.
"Who are you?" Harun asked cautiously.
The figure raised his hand, gently.
"Take my hand… and look into my eyes," the man said.
Something about his voice—calm yet ancient—made Harun obey without resistance. As soon as he touched the stranger's hand—
A surge of memories exploded in his mind.
Flashes of battles, betrayals, lost friends, love, blood, fire… Gautam's smile as he murdered them all… Harun's helpless screams… Ria's fading warmth in his arms.
It all came back.
Harun fell to his knees, tears falling uncontrollably. He clenched his fists, screaming into the void.
And then, his voice broke into something different—a resolve.
He stood slowly, his eyes now glowing with a mixture of grief and rage.
"I won't lose again..."
The stranger smiled faintly.
"You've remembered. Finally," he said. "I am Ahad. And I've come to remind you of your purpose."
Harun stared at him, shaken.
"You lost to Gautam," Ahad continued. "You failed to save anyone. You were weak. You had power—but not understanding. Not mastery. But this time… things must change."
Harun looked down. "I know I wasn't enough…"
"But you can be," Ahad interrupted firmly. "With BHRAMM, you can change everything. Gods can be defeated by your strength. But Gautam... he's different."
Harun's breath caught.
"To defeat him," Ahad said, "you must learn BHRAMM — a forgotten force only those at the Moksha level can understand."
"Bhramm...?" Harun whispered.
Ahad nodded. "It's not magic. It's not strength. It's perception itself. Only one person can teach it to you now. His name is Veil Sensei."
---
Suddenly, the void around Harun melted. The subconscious dream faded, and he woke up—back in the ruined sanctuary.
But now, his eyes held a fire that had been missing for too long.
He stood up, determined, and began walking—but was stopped by a voice.
"Harun…"
It was Leena.
She looked uncertain, hesitant. Harun approached her and said firmly, "Don't trust any book that promises to make your Dravillian Stone stronger through rituals."
She looked surprised. "Why not…?"
He looked away, jaw tight. "Just trust me. I don't want to lose you again."
The raw pain in his voice silenced her doubts. Harun gave her one last look, then turned toward his new path.
---
On the way, Harun crossed paths with Zoya—who had just returned from a mission. Their eyes met briefly.
She didn't recognize him immediately, but a strange déjà vu passed through her. A feeling that she had known this boy in another life… or another time.
But Harun walked past her, silent.
And then—
The scene shifted.
Harun had climbed the mystical mountain known as Mount Kharz—a sacred, untouched land surrounded by floating clouds and silver waterfalls. The air shimmered with divine particles, and the trees glowed like celestial crystals. It was like stepping into heaven's frontier.
But the place was empty.
No Sensei. No guide. No welcome.
Only a shadow in the distance—a massive figure.
A polar bear-like beast, its body twice the size of an elephant, its fur white with black runes glowing across its chest. Its name was Grut.
The moment it spotted Harun—it charged.
Harun froze. His memories were back, but his skills… were not. He couldn't remember how to fight. His limbs trembled.
Grut roared, claws raised—ready to strike.
And then—
It stopped. Paralyzed mid-air.
A deep, thunderous voice echoed through the sky.
"So you've finally come, Harun."
From behind the mist, a man appeared. His presence alone made the air feel heavier.
"I've been protecting you… for 900 years," he said. "Every timeline… every version of you… I've watched you die."
Harun gasped.
"But this timeline," the man continued, stepping forward, "this one is different. Because this is the only timeline where we could meet."
Harun couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You… you've known me through timelines?!"
The man smiled—his white beard flowing in the wind, scars on his face, eyes sharp with wisdom.
"Yes," he said. "I am Veil."
He looked old, yet not weak. His muscles were lean, his back straight. His robes flowed like wind itself—half torn, half divine. His eyes—one glowing white, the other dark as night—held more pain than centuries could tell.
"You must be wondering why I saved you," Veil said, walking past Grut who now bowed before him. "It's because you are the only one who can rewrite the fate of realms."
Harun stood silent. "I… don't understand…"
Veil turned to him, eyes burning. "You don't need to understand. You need to remember this:
'True strength isn't in power—it's in clarity. And Bhramm is clarity incarnate.'"
Harun stared in awe. "You… you're Veil Sensei? You know Bhramm? Can you teach me?"
Veil nodded slowly.
---
What is BHRAMM?
Veil sat cross-legged on the cliff, and Harun knelt before him.
"Bhramm," Veil explained, "is not magic. It is an ancient form of perception granted to those who've crossed into spiritual consciousness. It doesn't cast illusions—it breaks reality."
He drew three circles in the dust with his finger.
"There are three types of Bhramm," he said.
1. Bhramm of Vision
This allows a person to perceive the true intentions of others. Lies cannot hide. Masked thoughts are revealed. It is the ultimate tool of truth—and a curse for those with guilt in their hearts.
> Example: In battle, a person using Bhramm of Vision can predict every move, because they see not the body—but the decision before it happens.
2. Bhramm of Echo
The power to hear the vibrations of the world. One can hear thoughts, memories, and even the voice of the dead. It connects the user to all timelines where echoes still remain.
> Example: A warrior may hear a dying ancestor's whisper, warning him of incoming danger.
3. Bhramm of Shape
The rarest and most dangerous. It allows one to reshape their own perception—turning fear into courage, pain into strength, and doubt into certainty. It can make illusions real—or shatter the illusions of others.
> Example: A fighter overwhelmed by wounds can use Shape Bhramm to believe he is unwounded—and thus fight beyond normal limits.
---
Harun listened, eyes wide.
"This is why Gautam cannot be defeated by strength," Veil said. "Because his Bhramm… is already awakened."
Harun's fists clenched. "Then teach me. Train me. I'm ready."
Veil stood slowly.
"Then prepare yourself," he said. "Because your soul will be torn, your beliefs shattered, and your limits erased."
The winds grew still.
Veil stood at the edge of the mountain, his robe dancing like shadowed flame. Harun remained kneeling, still absorbing the immensity of what Bhramm truly meant.
But Veil wasn't done.
He turned toward Harun, his tone growing deeper, heavier—almost like a warning.
> "If you succeed in mastering the three Bhramms… then a gateway will open within you.
A doorway to their forbidden forms.
Ancient, lost, and feared even by gods."
Harun's eyes widened. "Forbidden forms…?"
Veil nodded solemnly.
> "Long ago, there existed Advanced Bhramms—each born from the purest form of its origin… but twisted by power, rage, and purpose. They were not taught… they were awakened."
He knelt, and with his fingertip, carved three ancient symbols into the earth. They glowed faintly—red, blue, and silver.
---
🔺 1. Nayantran – The God-Eye of Control
(Advanced Bhramm of Vision)
> "When you no longer see the truth—but make the truth."
Veil's voice echoed like thunder.
> "Nayantran is not just seeing intentions… it is about overriding them.
With this awakened form, you gain the ability to implant visions, twist reality, and bend others' wills through eye contact.
The one who wields Nayantran sees every future possibility—and forces the world to obey the one they choose."
▸ Abilities:
Force an enemy to see their worst future, causing mental collapse.
Predict all outcomes of a battle and choose the one that becomes reality.
Blind someone to their own truth—turn friend against friend.
> "But beware," Veil warned, "Nayantran sees not just others' lies… but your own. And it will test your sanity."
---
🔷 2. ShabdaMaran – The Death Echo
(Advanced Bhramm of Echo)
> "When sound is no longer heard… but used as a weapon."
Veil tapped the second glowing symbol.
> "ShabdaMaran turns the user's hearing into a force of destruction.
You no longer hear thoughts—you crack them.
You no longer listen to the past—you erase it.
The very sound of your voice can shatter memories, silence spirits, or scream across time."
▸ Abilities:
Speak a person's name and erase them from all memories.
Collapse structures with sonic waves drawn from forgotten cries.
Communicate across timelines by sending echoes to your past or future self.
> "But use it carefully," Veil said. "The more you erase… the more you forget who you are."
---
🜁 3. RoopNash – The Shatter of Self
(Advanced Bhramm of Shape)
> "When belief becomes power… and then becomes destruction."
Veil stepped back as the third glyph glowed silver-black.
> "RoopNash is not illusion—it is transcendence. You can rewrite your very existence.
Change your body, form, powers, even timeline.
But with each change, you lose a part of what you were."
▸ Abilities:
Transform into your strongest version from any timeline.
Reverse fatal wounds by believing you were never hurt.
Force enemies into confronting false versions of themselves, breaking their will.
> "But know this," Veil said gravely. "If you change yourself too much… there will come a day when you won't remember who 'Harun' ever was."
---
Harun sat stunned. His heartbeat was louder than thunder.
"Why... why would anyone use something so powerful—yet so dangerous?" he asked.
Veil looked into the horizon.
> "Because only monsters can kill monsters.
And Gautam... is beyond human."
A heavy silence fell.
Harun clenched his fists. "I don't care what I lose. I will master them all. I will not lose again. Not to him. Not to fate."
Veil turned, a glimmer of pride and sorrow in his ancient eyes.
> "Then rise, Harun.
Your training begins at first light.
And remember—the stronger the soul, the heavier the truth."